of the performing arts group I signed Bub up for. (He's not really a bub anymore, but having not yet decided whether or not to call everyone by name, nicknames.) Over the summer we did Music Together and every week he complained about not liking the class and wanting to skip it. So for this class, I had him read the description himself. I thought he'd enjoy it, and he wanted me to sign him up for it. I mean, it's learning songs, getting a CD and song sheet, and singing the songs in front of an audience. Well, he hated it. Every week was a battle. Every week he had practice was a fit, a fight, every time.
But tonight was it. Because this week was rehearsals. Thursday after preschool was a mad dash to find "plain black dress shoes" and black socks; Thursday's rehearsal showed me that he also needed black pants. I ended up putting him in the black pants he wore as a pirate for Halloween, because I ended up spending almost $30 on cheap plastic cowboy boots from Payless (the only black shoes he would wear, because he doesn't like black clothing right now and the boots had white and brown topstitching) and I'm not going to spend additional money on pants he'll only wear for an hour or two.
The parent performance was awesome. The little kids weren't in tune and didn't know where to go or when. Some of the older kids were really good. But the little kids were cute. Bub was looking for us when he came out and when he saw the audience he shouted out "Mama mama, wow, this is a large crowd of people!" He saw us in the audience though, and waved. And during the performance when he was supposed to be sitting, he was kneeling on his knees. I appreciated it though, because we were far back enough that I wouldn't have been able to see him otherwise. It was cute and not a waste of two hours, nevermind all of the money and effort to get him there. But thank goodness it's over, because he was ready for it to be done and honestly, so was I.
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