Soon after my mom and I bought our tickets for the Diego Live! show, I explained to Fuller what would happen. I had never once mentioned seeing Diego Live to Fuller because if something happened and we couldn’t go I would have a meltdown of nuclear proportions. And if I told him too soon, I would have heard about it for too long and told Fuller if he mentioned it one more time, he wouldn’t get to go.
Apparently telling him around 10 am on Wednesday morning was a good call, because he could anticipate the event and I didn’t want to duct tape his mouth shut to stop hearing about “Diego, BabyJaguarDoraandboots.” (By the way, Boots was no where in this production.)
We went to the Nutter Center a little after the doors opened, since we had to get to Will Call to pick up the tickets. This was a problem because it meant Fuller didn’t get to see Diego as soon as he got out of the car. But seeing the little picture of Diego on the paper in the Will Call office was enough to hold him over.
Once inside, Fuller again demanded to see Diego immediately. Since we had about 45 minutes until show time, we walked around, found the bathrooms, and searched for whomever was handing out the (free!) Baby Jaguar masks.
We quickly walked past the overpriced Diego and Dora licensed merchandise ($25 for a vest!) and decided to go to our seats.

We were ushered to section A, row 14, seats 1, 2, and 3. And Fuller again demanded to know where Diego was. We told him Diego wasn’t coming.
Or not.
When the lights went down and Diego’s sassy sister, Alicia (my mom had a delightful time trying to explain to Fuller my name is Alicia too) started singing, dancing, and introducing the show. The one problem was the sound in the Nutter Center sucked. The parents could understand about every third word and the three year old in my lap was saying, “What’s that?”

Diego’s entrance was pretty swinging. Fuller immediately knew what was up, and sat up straighter in his seat. We no longer had to explain where Diego was or wasn’t, because he was on the stage. Parents throughout the Nutter Center gave a sigh of relief, while simultaneously humming the Diego theme song that accompanied his entrance.

If you are all familiar with the Go, Diego, Go! cartoon, you know it is pretty formulaic with helping an animal in trouble and dealing with three obstacles along the way. The animal in trouble in our Diego Live! production was Baby Jaguar (seen above) and he lost his growl. He needed it for the Animale Carnivale, which was obviously where the finale would be set.
Through the dancing, singing, puppetry, and moving sets, the audience was asked to participate in various ways. We were asked to yell louder a lot (the cast of Diego Live! seemed to be hard of hearing), jump up and down, dance, and clue Diego in on obvious landmarks he seemed to miss in his quest.
The Baby Jaguar did indeed get his growl back (oops! was that a spoiler?) and was soon Cheif of Carnivale. The hot, hot, hot finale of the show had the kids dancing (Fuller moved a little bit) and ended in a similar manner as the TV show- asking the kids about jaguars and their habits (they scratch on trees, have sharp eyes, and they have spots).
When it was over, Fuller was a bit confused. He decided going home was ok, since he would see Diego again on TV the next day.
My mother announced we had “worshipped at the temple of overstimulation.” I said I had a headache, so it must have been a success. And when Fuller saw the Nutter Center again today, he recognized this past event as something good and wanted to go again.
Never in a hundred years did I ever think I would take my child to a performance like this, but I am thankful I did and my parents were kind enough to be the benefactors of this Broadway-level experience. The rest of the pictures are available on Flickr.
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