Then the Buddy Boil came on to read someone's mind. The spotlight was going around the theater and it stopped...
ON ME!
Whoa!
Okay!
He asked me to think of a number between 1 and 500 (or something along those lines-I was a bit shocked still that I was picked), and the CM shoved a mic in my face to tell everyone the number...(what is the point of that?)
So I whispered it.
"Five" (which is the number I always pick for these games!)
The Monster whispers back, "Thank you"
Which cracked everyone up. Including Henry, very loudly-into the microphone...which just made everyone laugh even more!
Then he made me put my hands on my head like antenna and bleat like a goat.
I remember thinking, "Did he just say like a goat? Dude, you don't know what you are in for."
I'm not a very talented person. I can't sing worth a darn. I can't play any instrument. I can't even clap on beat.
But, I can make several, very life-like animal noises.
A goat is my specialty.
I clear my throat and do my best goat into the microphone, the crowd erupts. Henry claps and shrieks and then lets out a VERY loud "BAAAAAAAAA!" STRAIGHT into the microphone.
The Monster pops his eyes open, and guesses some crazy number -and I tell him "Nope, sorry!" and the show is ended as he's yanked off stage.
Joe poked me and laughed - Henry continued to bleat like a sheep, very, very loudly for the rest of the show (which was only a couple more minutes). Everyone was laughing, so it wasn't very noticeable...but it continued, every minute or so, he'd let out, on top of his lungs, a big 'ol "BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Hence, part of the trip report title. (the other part you are gonna have to wait for...)
This "BAAAAAAA!"'ing did
not end. For the entire trip. And all the way home. We had a bleating child for about a week after the trip. And even about a week ago, he let one rip randomly. This is the only thing we can associate it back to.
Kids are crazy, aren't they?! I LOVE IT!!
Up next: Henry's favorite attraction of the trip!