My son, who wants to be a movie star when he grows up, was very unhappy with his grade's Spring show last Friday.
As we were walking to the car he motioned for me to lean close to him. Then he whispered, "That was the worst program I've ever been in."
"Why, Buddy?" I asked. I mean, I couldn't argue with him. But I wondered why he felt that way.
"It was just horrible!"
He ain't wrong.
The week before we went to see my daughter's school orchestra. They plucked out a few notes while a recording blared so loud that if you couldn't actually see the kids, you wouldn't have thought they were even playing. (And even then...)
I mean we weren't expecting a lot, but my husband took the afternoon off for that?
Last week my son asked me if I would please homeschool him for the rest of the year. Seriously. The most social child in the history of the world, wants to be homeschooled.
We have four more days. Three and a half now, really. And then we never have to see this school again.
I'm thinking of throwing a party. Academy here we come!