I loved dinosaurs when I was a kid. But I’ll admit to some initial skepticism about this whole Walking With Dinosaurs stuff. I mean, if I want toys in my face going clackety-clack-clack I can go to Disneyland and hop on that endless “It’s a Small World” ride

Then I saw a preview of the baby T. Rex in action at the Pacific Science Center and remembered that special effects people are quite skilled at making a completely convincing animatronic puppet with a person inside. Which explains Reagan’s second term as president. I won’t say that any arena spectacular is going to change your political views but I will promise you this: the show gives real good dinosaur. Baby T. completely won over the assembled tots at the preview—and those he didn’t completely win over he completely freaked out. (If you’ve got the kind of kid who doesn’t want Mickey Mouse talking to him at the Happiest Place on Earth, you’re going to have trouble on your hands at KeyArena when the 36-foot Mama T. Rex stomps over to roar hello.)

I’ve got a 6-year-old girl coming with me who will think she’s in a happy, happy dream. And, hey, I’m down with the T. Rex. I wouldn’t have a problem if it ate somebody in the audience.

The other constant source of amusement for me as a child was Woody Allen, whose Take the Money and Run was one of my dad’s favorite films and, as a consequence, something I saw several times. It still makes me laugh. In this shamelessly silly mockumentary, a very young Woody plays failed criminal Virgil Starkweather, who, during one attempted robbery, is felled by a bank teller who insists that Virgil’s sloppily written hold-up note reads, “I have a gub.” There’s also a famous sequence in which we see that Virgil never had any luck—he played cello in the school’s marching band. His parents ask for their identities to be protected during interviews; they have Groucho Marx noses-and-glasses on their faces. This is goofy Woody not navel-gazing Woody so if you think you’re not a fan give it a try.

I also wouldn’t miss the chance to see Mark Morris Dance Group perform Mozart Dances. It is, as Mr. Morris informed us, rare and expensive to see dance performed to live musical accompaniment—let alone to the Seattle Symphony. It’s also rare to see dancers so completely inside a piece of music that whatever they do—and there are some very odd phrases in Morris’s work—seems exactly the right move to make.

There are lots of moves being made in The Marriage of Figaro but they’re of the high-toned, slap-and-tickle kind. And Mozart, is responsible again; the guy’s having a good week in Seattle. This is arguably most people’s idea of the perfect comic opera, full of poses and prancing in pretty costumes and rife with mistaken identity. Oh: The music ain’t bad, either. Polish baritone Mariusz Kwiecien leads an international cast.

Some theater worth seeing? I’d go to Intiman’s three-person Crime and Punishment or Carrie Fisher’s one-woman Wishful Drinking, both still running and both offering different kinds of crazy.

Feeling murderous toward others? See Crime. Murderous toward yourself? See Princess Leia. You’ve got nothing on her.