The Yellow Knight

My kid had her 12th birthday party at Medieval Times Saturday night.  She spent the entire day with her team, competing, and then I took them to the mall to window-shop and Medieval Times for the party.

What a place.  It’s a big chunk of change but you definitely get a performance to remember.  We were sitting in the red section, and the Red Knight was even so kind as to throw flowers in my daughter’s direction (the girl the left caught one, and the girl to the right caught one…I think he was surely aiming for the girl with bright pink hair).   But for some unknown reason, the girl-herd became fixated on the Yellow Knight.   They cheered.  They booed.  One girl who looks much younger than the rest, but isn’t, jumped up and down like a crazy thing, screaming for the blood of the evil Lord Chancellor.

Afterwards they waited for the cast to autograph their placemats.  You can’t read a single signature, but they decided the Yellow Knight’s name was Alex.

Alex the Yellow Knight, thank you for being a good sport.  You made eight little girls extremely happy, and gave them something to daydream about.