Aladdin Sayin'

Panto-time. Oh, yes it is.

And give the boy a magical wand/sonicscrewdriver/flashy thing and he will entertain himself for hours at the back of the hall blinding everyone and outdoing the pyrotechnics.

To be fair, he joined in with the songs and the booing (and mostly in the right places).

He got a sweetie from the baddie at the end of the show and we told him it was dangerous to eat that kind of sweetie in the back of the car (it was a humongous boiling, wrapped in writing that said CHOKING HAZARD.) He looked at us, then at the sweetie. Poor lad thought Abeneezer was trying to poison him probably. He got a not so chokeable replacement.