I've got a long held tradition for you...
School performances.
Last night I went to my kindergartner's school performance. I'm sure you remember these, getting all dressed up to sing a couple songs that you really didn't know inducing your first experience at anxiety and possibly stage fright. It didn't matter that mom and dad were poised in the audience with a video camera that captured your every twitch, every blank stare, nose pick and the one time you smacked the head of the kid in front of you because he stole your crayon once.
As a parent... I hate these. I'm usually the only one who ever goes while others have mom, dad, Aunt Rae and Grandpa Fred who looks like he's about to keel over. There's never enough room to park around the school, the gym reaches sun surface temperatures in record time, and let's face it... not everyone showers.
Thethe music teacher students sang 6 different songs in two groups of students. The whole thing lasts about 35 minutes. Which happens to be the amount of time we spent waiting for the time that my kindergartner was to be in her classroom. And you know, it would have been nice to know that my daughter had to sit on the floor of stage in a skirt, so I could have showed her how to sit properly. Yes, that was my daughter flashing her panties.
But I can't complain too much. She enjoyed the songs, had fun getting dressed up, and got to do something with just mommy which hardly ever happens. I did learn one thing: she definitely didn't inherit her mother's attention whore tendencies.
Thank goodness.
School performances.
Last night I went to my kindergartner's school performance. I'm sure you remember these, getting all dressed up to sing a couple songs that you really didn't know inducing your first experience at anxiety and possibly stage fright. It didn't matter that mom and dad were poised in the audience with a video camera that captured your every twitch, every blank stare, nose pick and the one time you smacked the head of the kid in front of you because he stole your crayon once.
As a parent... I hate these. I'm usually the only one who ever goes while others have mom, dad, Aunt Rae and Grandpa Fred who looks like he's about to keel over. There's never enough room to park around the school, the gym reaches sun surface temperatures in record time, and let's face it... not everyone showers.
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But I can't complain too much. She enjoyed the songs, had fun getting dressed up, and got to do something with just mommy which hardly ever happens. I did learn one thing: she definitely didn't inherit her mother's attention whore tendencies.
Thank goodness.
"I hate these."
I think you're married to the wrong guy---I am still singloe, you know...just sayin'.
Married? Who's married?
*glances left then right, slides ring off finger*
My theory is that no one enjoys them. But if they do, they either are too socially inclined or like their families, both of which are condemnable in my eyes. :P