This has happened before. All four of us, two parents and two kiddos, taking a part in a musical. Here we are again. I’m the one … everybody else has to convince to participate.
Let’s see … My son is … one of the “Sons”. My daughter is one of the “Daughters”. My wife is one of the “Mamas”, and I play the part of the Roof. I also am one of the “Papas”. It is one of those odd, rare, happenings when all four of us are in a musical. I don’t even know when the performance is, but it’s interesting to hear my 12-year old daughter singing “Sunrise, Sunset”, and “Matchmaker”. She likes the tune and the lyrics of “Sunrise, Sunset”. But she likes the second one, “Matchmaker”, because she is talking about boys from time to time: “Hey Dad, that boy is cute.”
A fiddler on the roof... Sounds crazy, no? But here, in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof. Trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. It isn't easy. You may ask, why do we stay up there if it's so dangerous? Well, we stay because Anatevka is our home. And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you in one word! Tradition!