James had a school choir concert last night. School concerts are always “Interesting” when James is performing. I can almost guarantee that the other kids will be up on the stage behaving in a fairly normal manner and my child will be spazzing out in the center re-enacting the the moves from “Thriller”.
Last night was no exception.
While James was up on stage singing, he threw himself mightily into every song. This means that he was the only child making up very elaborate and energetic choreography while the rest of the class stood still with arms down to their side.
The school crossing guard sitting in front of me turned around with a wink and said, “It’s obvious who he belongs to!”. It was meant to be a compliment, so what the hay…I accept.
When we got home, Jonathan and I broke the news to them that they were getting to go to Disneyland next month. I thought Christopher was going to stroke-out with rabid excitement. I loved it. My kids are so good and they don’t get a lot of “Extra’s”. They think getting new socks and underwear is the bee’s knees which is sweet and means they are anything but spoiled , but is just sad in a way. So, I was really excited to tell them that we were going. Christopher about fainted.
“You are the most magical momma of all time!!”
It was sweet.
Later, Jonathan and I were in the shower and I did the lame thing that I am about to cop to: I still put my hair in sudsy, shampoo “Updo’s”. I know. Lame. Jonathan never ceases to think it is funny.
“You should get a side job as ‘Belle’ why we’re at Disneyland. You have the same hair. AND you would have an employee discount which means we wouldn’t have to take out a second mortgage to buy hot dogs for lunch in “Bear Country”. Yes, I am suddenly thinking this could be a very good idea.”
“Okay. But only if you are temporarily employed for the day as a Disney mascot,too. If I’m Belle, you could be Gaston. He’s ripped.”
“Nah. Gaston is stupid, therefore disqualified from the running. I’m too manly for anything else, so it looks like you’ll have to let go of that dream.”
“You weren’t worried about being perceived as “Manly” when you participated in artsy things in high school and college.”
“Yes, but I was a “String player” NOT in Drama Club or color guard.”
“Are you saying there aren’t any unmanly violin players on the earth? Because I’m gonna have to disagree with you there.”
“No, but I didn’t play the violin. I played, “The Cello“. (Insert hushed and reverent tones) The most manly instrument in the entire orchestra.”
“What about the bass?”
“The bass is trying too hard and overcompensating. Bass players clearly have feelings of inadequacy in the manly arena. The cello is just simply “Manly”, while the bass is sort of a lumbering, big baffooon that is an imitation of manly. It’s SO “Of Mice and Men”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
(Jonathan gives look of extreme pity at my ignorance.)
” Obviously I am referring to the comparison between George and his brother. George is the man while his brother is big and lumbering and clearly is NOT a “Man”. Cellos are Georges. Basses just want to love you and pet you and CALL you “George”. BIG difference.”
“I’m sure Steinbeck would be proud to know his book could influence your thinking in such a way.”
“So…can put this little conversation on my blog?”
“Ok, is there any final little nugget of wisdom you want to pass on to my readers?”
“Boobies are awesome.”