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A few summers ago, my son, Mason, was in a community theatre rendition of Into the Woods. It was an enormous commitment, and meant half of his summer was spent in rehearsals. Despite his small role, he was all in and loved every minute of it. During production week, he was like a kid at Christmas—bursting at the seams with excitement to have me see it.

The second I saw him after Friday’s show, he pounced on me, asking: “What was your favorite part? Who was your favorite character? What was your favorite song?’ All that night and the next day, he peppered me with more questions, making me dissect the show almost scene by scene. The thing is, I didn’t do very well answering his questions. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy the show; it’s that I wasn’t as invested as he was. I was a passive audience member; he was active. He knew most of the other actors’ lines and could recite them verbatim. He was a bit disappointed that I couldn’t.

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