inside my mind." Since he was, evidently, still there inside our minds, we threw ourselves headfirst into the high society life of Paris in the late 1800s. There were days when every member of our household was milling around either humming or singing out, "The Phantom of the Opera is there. But when my mother sent us a CD featuring highlights from the musical, the spark was again ignited. I must admit, it was amusing to watch my son belt out, "Sing, my Angel of Music!" as my four-year-old daughter responded at fever pitch and swooned as Christine. We tapped into a musical gallery and spent the afternoon listening to a sampling from Andrew Lloyd Webber's Broadway production.
My son Jonathan, then 6, was introduced to the infamous Opera Ghost through PBS' "Wishbone." Since all I knew about the story was that there was a mask involved, we searched out more information on the Internet. That's how our love affair with "The Phantom of the Opera" began. But what I've found is that if I rein in my compulsiveness a bit, my children lead me to heights my list would never permit me to go. The only thing I like better than making a list is crossing things off that list. I like my ducks in a row (a really, really straight row). The great thing about following your child's interests is that they are infinitely more interesting than anything you could dream up on your own.
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