Sleep Dog Sleep

All other things being equal, Go Dog Go, a formidably faithful adaptation for the stage of P.D. Eastman's 1961 early reader classic, would not--I admit it--be my first-choice play to see after going four-plus years without setting foot in a theater. But Oma and Opa are here visiting and we were looking for something to do with them in the evening, and Henry seemed as if he might be old enough to sit still for an hour, so there we were. And watching Henry being transported by the magic and wonder of it, laughing, leaning forward breathlessly in his seat, hiding his face in Peter's shoulder when it got just too good to bear (when the dogs used tools) was certainly worth the price of admission.

He tried to sneak out of the restaurant where we went for dinner afterwards to go back to Go Dog Go; he asked for Henry & Mudge, a book about a boy and his dog, before bed; and he fell asleep in a dog house of his own creation.

In the dog house.