We attended our daughter's first "performance". And make no mistake, she performed.
Twenty-five or so kids, all 5 or younger, marched into the sanctuary where Mothers' Day Out is run and told us grown ups about Thanksgiving. What they told us, I couldn't be sure. There was a lot of crying. A lot of toddlers jumping ship in search of mom or dad. There were some hand motions and little music. Mostly there was laughter - from us.
My little ham didn't jump ship. Nope, she took front and center on that stage. She wiggled her hips. She danced in place. She wagged her finger and shook her hands. She was in the moment. She was a star.
She picked her nose.
Inspected her finger.
And ate her booger.
All with quite a bit of panache.
We almost fell off the pew laughing, and I am sure there was one or two parents out there who saw her chowing down and thought silently to themselves...Thank god that wasn't MY kid.
I'll keep her, though, she's really got a stage presence.