For the post I am anticipating writing this evening or tomorrow morning. The boys have a "Spring Music Program" tonight at their school. I do not expect it to go well. I was subbing last week at a practice. Matty played with the carpet fuzz the entire time he was on stage, and Mitch ate his jacket sleeve and looked around like he was a homeless boy who had just stumbled in looking for a warm place to stay. Completely clueless.
Here are some thoughts leading up to it.
Me: "Matty, you guys are going to sing 'This Little Light of Mine." Show me the light you make with your finger."
Matty: "I can't. My light is broken."
and also
Mitch: "The kids all sing the real words, but I just like to sing 'La la la la" and make up other words really loud."
If you need us, Mike and I will be the parents in the back row, scooched way down in our seats.
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