I’m about to begin the indoctrination program that will make Daughter the Second comfortable with navigating New York City. You have to get inside their tiny heads as soon as possible for it to stick and she’s almost six, so it’s time. It’s a rite of passage. Daughter the First is already hopelessly attached to Gotham, so my work there is pretty much complete.
You start with something safe and simple and then move on to more complex things. And take it from me, you can’t get safer than a matinee production of Disney’s The Lion King. It’s visually stunning but the music is boring and forgettable. It’s the bait I used on Daughter the First and it worked like a charm.
I marched down to the Minskoff Theater box office on my lunch hour and whipped out my credit card. Things have changed a bit since the last time I was there. The seating plan has been reconfigured. They now deem over half the house as “Premium Seating.” Typically, a premium seat would indicate a seat in the center orchestra and no further than, say, five or six rows from the stage. You can now pay $210 for ONE ticket in the 14th row off to the side. Or, if you’d like to sit in the last row on the floor in the back of the house, you can pay $154 for a seat. There’s money to be made and tourists to be gouged and fathers with good intentions to be taken advantage of. What a bunch of greedy, blood sucking leeches.