Review by Helen Shaw in the NYT Critics’ Notebook:

Reality in the play sometimes drifts into the Sims’ digital otherwhere: During one stunning coup de théâtre, one side of the theater becomes a wall of light, as if Mal’s room has booted up to a glowing screen. But most of “Dad Don’t Read This” is rambunctious and delightfully, kinetically familiar. The choreographer Lena Engelstein provides a dance break that includes Thomas executing a high-flying wrestling move onto a bean bag, and the characters affectionately tumble together like a pile of puppies.