The Matron knew this would happen. A critic compared her daughter to the first local Helen and found the former, well (couched and polite, but there) better. One more important (in these parts) review appeared, in MinnPost (if you live here and aren't family -- a great resource!).
Because she's tidy, here's the earlier review. She'll put more on this post as/if they appear, so check back if you're following Stage Mother (hiss, hiss!).
Mostly, the Matron is amazed that any ten-year old psyche can stand the scrutiny.
Speaking of scrutiny, last night, the Matron was instructed to never again praise her daughter for her acting acumen. Here's how that went.
So she saw the last ten minutes of the show again, when she went to pick up her daughter. The Matron cried along with everybody else. She thought Scarlett even better than opening night.
Matron: "You were just terrific, honey. I'm so proud of you."
Scarlett: "Mom, will you please stop praising me for acting."
Scarlett: "Well, when I brush my teeth or comb my hair, nobody says 'great job brushing your teeeth' or 'I'm so proud that you combed your hair.' Acting is like that. It's just one of the things that I have to do. Like homework."
Matron: "You mean acting is something so ordinary for you that we should treat it as totally normal, like going to school or taking a shower?"
Scarlett: "Yes! Most shows aren't a big fuss and I don't want this one to be, either. Or Ramona."