Last week, James surprised me with tickets to Medieval Times outside Baltimore. I had never been, so add that on top of getting to take Little Man to a show we knew he would enjoy, and you could say I was excited. We tried to arrive early to get good seats, but the parking situation at this mall was a little crazy. But as it turned out, luck was on our side. We were given seats in the Blue Knight’s area, a color Little Man can say, and we got seats on the end of the row. We walked around for the few minutes we had until we were allowed to sit, and Little Man seemed overwhelmed. There were a lot of people milling about, a man was announcing from up on a castle wall, and we had just driven an hour to get there. When we first walked in, we were given blue cardboard crowns. Little Man loves hats, but he wasn’t too keen on the fake paper ones. We were then ushered over to stand next to the king for our picture. Others helped keep Little Man’s attention so he was looking at the camera, but he wasn’t smiling, so we ended up not purchasing it.
Soon enough, we got inside and found our seats. Little Man just seemed to be taking it all in as we explained about the show. I got some cute pictures with him smiling, but it wasn’t until the announcer came out on a horse that he really seemed excited. We bought him a flag to root for the Blue Knight, and he sat gripping it tightly while he watched the knights being announced. The more that came out, the more animated Little Man became. When the food arrived, he devoured it. Apparently, that’s the trick to getting him to eat a lot of chicken: feed it to him like the olden days. I am pretty sure most of my adult-sized meal went to him. Luckily, he ate daddy’s dessert. He ate a lot because he was clearly distracted by the show. He would throw out the occasional, “yay!” or talk about the horses. It wasn’t until he was finished and clearly revived that he went full blown excited. He was waving his flag around, cheering and laughing, and imitating a whinnying horse. Despite being excited to watch the show myself, I spent a lot of the time watching him. His excitement was a show in itself. The jousts and fighting at the end seemed exciting to him as well, but he also seemed concerned for the knights. Sadly, our young Blue Knight did not fare well, but our side of the realm won at least.
On the way home, Little Man just kept talking about the knights, saying the word over and over, sometimes in barely a whisper. Each time, a smile was plastered on his face. He told me about the horses, the falcon that flew over our heads when the Falconer had come out (he pointed up and made his bird noise), and his hat (which he now loves). I asked if he had fun, and he got a huge smile and nodded emphatically. Every so often I would hear him say, “knight,” and I would ask again which one we root for. “Blue!” I’m sure he’ll have dreams of knights and horses tonight!