I love these auditions where I’m “Mom” and there are a million tots running around like banshees with their heads cut off. I’m pretty sure that’s the simile.
Anyway, I love it because you overhear the best conversations, like this one:
Oh, don’t pick your nose, Ashlyn! Don’t… that’s disgusting. If you don’t stop picking your nose, you won’t get any Reese’s Pieces.
Something about the juxtaposition of “Reese’s Pieces” and “picking your nose” just really sang to me. Life is good.