It quickly became a moot point just as the nutcracker gift was brought out, because KC came up the aisle with Adam. I took him out to the lobby and let him crawl around and try to walk, figuring he couldn't get into much trouble. Of course, he went straight for the sockets. Heh. Luckily, he is easily distracted!

I went back in with him at intermission, where I found out that the reason we couldn't find our seats (besides being inexcusably late assholes, which I am still angry about) was because two other people were sitting in them. When my grandmother realized this, she had them booted. Cracked us all up; if there is a confrontation to be had, she is the person you want to do it. She has no problem with speaking up to get what she wants; while this can often be embarrassing, today it was just hilarious.

After the second part started, Adam hung in for a while, but once he started to get squirmy, it was KC's turn to take him out. Worked out well, all things considered, and he was very into the music before he got itchy. KC said while he was out there with the baby, one of the littler girls who'd been in the production was in the lobby with them. Adam crawled over, stood up, and threw his arms around her.

"Mommy! He likes me!"

KC: "Enjoy it now, kid, ten years from now that'll get you slapped."

After the show, we went to the (awesome) deli across the street for dinner, where Adam put away an entire dill pickle in addition to his dinner, and one of the waiters offered babysitting services whenever we needed it, because he'd never seen such a pleasant baby. Leah, in the meantime, was amusing us all with her newfound Pig Latin obsession, and was extremely well-behaved. Which she usually is, while eating out; I've only had to take her out of restaurants maybe twice, and those were when she was really small.

And now we are home, and the kids are in bed and KC is snoring on the couch like a sputtering chainsaw. It's time to put in The Ref.