the show must go on

Earlier today I finished the 6th performance of the play I'm in at First Presbyterian Theater - Lillian Hellman's "The Children's Hour." One of the main characters in the play is a young, preteen, girl; a spoiled rotten habitual liar named Mary who stirs up a lot of trouble. I play the old, no-nonsense house keeper who has worked for her grandmother for years.  Mary grew up in her grandmother's house (we're never quite sure why although we do learn that her father committed suicide - no mention of what happened to her mom). Obviously a really troubled child whose gullible grandmother believes all her lies. My son and family saw the play today and afterward he asked me "How does it feel to be the only one with commons sense in the play?" Yesterday two friends who saw the play said that I was obviously the one who should have been taking care of Mary. These reactions please me very much because it means I'm being convincing in the part - grumpy and stern. My son's mother-in-law, who was also at the play today, asked him if that's how I was as a mom - mean and strict?  He assured her that I was just like that. Then he laughed. I'm glad he laughed. On the other hand my granddaughter has assured me that all of my wrinkles are laugh wrinkles. I like the thought but didn't really appreciate the emphasis on ALL!