Man..

sometimes I fear for the state of childrens theatre.

I was reading scripts looking for some Second Stage possibilities and found one that looked to be a biting drama about a Bible camp that is actually a hotbed of UFO activity. First three pages are all about testifying, the camp, the strange phenomenon until finally one character can't take all the talk anymore and bursts out "Am I the only one here interested in a little poon?"

Play, meet trash.

I'm going back to reading Jemimah Puddleduck now.