Grandpa Sol and Grandma Rosie.

Reminding of us of the dignity found growing old and the grace of finding love even after losing so many times, this play is charming and eloquent in showing us how one woman deals with her fear of growing old.

Her use of puppetry, of which I am not usually a fan, adds to the magic.

And if that wasn't enough, we are given the gift of recordings of the Yiddish accent which will soon fade into history.

Speech Therapy is about to begin, Eric has bought me a latte (Bless the little guy!), and Jill Rick is hanging over my shoulder while wearing a pink tutu (is she supposed to be security?) So it is time to take in the final show.

Already.