In the first scene we see our lead characters, Mommy and Bo, who are out on an evening walk with their sweet dog, Dave. Things are great at first and as Mommy and Bo make their way through the serene setting that is Valley Village on a cool, late summer evening, life seems perfect.
However things take an abrupt turn as Bo discovers the plastic bag on the leash that was reserved for Dave that Mommy was clearly keeping from her in an attempt to torture her in some way.
The next scene depicts a triumphant Bo and naive Mommy, who doesn't realize that her baby daughter has decided to put the potentially dangerous plastic bag in her mouth while Mommy, in her blissful state of of ignorance, blindly continues to take selfies with Bo, who is teetering on the edge of danger! Bo happily devours the plastic bag, gleefully mocking Mommy's lack of recognition.
Suddenly in an unexpected twist Mommy realizes that Bo is carelessly exposing herself the plastic bag of danger, and more importantly, the disgusting stigma that dog shit baggies hold, and in one swift motion saves her baby from possible harm and least of all, an embarrassing story for when she gets older in which to regale all of her future dates with.
Bo, true to form, is having none of this nonsense, and in the last and painfully longest scene of the whole play, she let's Mommy have it with the fury of ten babies who have missed their nap windows. And as the curtain slowly lowers on this harrowing scene between a mother and daughter, the message of the play is ever so clear: My mom is a total asshole for not letting me possibly suffocate on this doggie bag, and she will know it if it's the last thing I do!!!!!!
I give this production four stars and two glasses of room temp white wine.
Hilarious, and gives me a sense of dejavu!
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