The road to Stephen Sondheim is paved with Disney musicals.
Seven years ago I bought Broadway tickets for “Aladdin” in New York to take my first grandchild to their first musical. Lukas was 3, almost 4. The child was attentive for maybe 15 minutes before declaring in a loud voice that Jafar was a bad guy and it was time to leave.
In December, before the omicron variant forced the cancellation of performances, I had Broadway in Chicago tickets for “Frozen” so my granddaughter could attend her first musical. Tilly is 3, almost 4. She was rapt for 15 minutes before her attention faltered, after which she bounced from lap to lap among the three adults who escorted her.
