My son and I were driving earlier today and he suggested that someone make a “Wicked” and “Fiddler on the Roof” mashup titled “No one Mourns Tradition.”
After I stopped cringing from the thought (I’m a horrible Jew who hates Fiddler on the Roof) and laughing with him I told him that I hope he will go to many Broadway shows with me when he grows up. And that no matter where he lives, I hope he meets me in Manhattan every so often to see a show.
He said he loves musicals and would be happy to.
I responded, “Good, because if you didn’t, I wouldn’t be ok with you being gay.”
He rolled his eyes.
Thanks goodness the sarcasm gene passed on successfully.