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Waiting for Godot Mama.

Given the number of rehearsals she’s seen with kids singing and dancing to beat the band, it will basically be a miracle if we manage to keep her off the stage. Mama, after all, is Artistic Director of a local youth music theater company. Ergo, reasons the lil’ monkey, singing and dancing on stage is what you do once you’re, like, twelve.

Not everyone feels this way, though, most notably Noel Coward.

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When she’s all grown up, will she remember the Music Together class, where the sweet guy leading it has accomodatingly woven in “Hello, to the Babas,” after he’s sung “Hello, to the Mamas” and “Hello, to the Daddies”? I hope so.

What if instead she remembers the didgeridoo at the Farmer’s Market?

And if she does, will she remember it fondly, or with a shudder? Only time will tell.

[Didgeridoo sound clips aplenty for the didgeri-hardy here.]