But... it makes for a really cool picture.
Mr. Finn is calling it a Missouri Zamboni.
But, I have to say that as a Mom, shouldn't I have known that he had a part?
How could I not know?
He even said to me before we left for the program that he was really nervous. I told him he would be fine. That isn't right!
Aren't mothers supposed to know everything in their children's lives?
Well, at least the stuff that matters?
And yet... I didn't. Isn't there some husband/wife code that says they make sure the other one is in the loop?
What's up with the kid's belly?
Before you realized that you couldn't sing.
I love to sing, but those around me don't want to hear me sing. I can't blame them.
At least, in my experience it feels that way. Makes me want to be that obnoxious parent that is elbowing the person next to her, saying "That's my kid!".
Maybe even a big "Whoo Hoo!" shouted very loudly at the most inappropriate moment.
But, alas I am not that kind of parent. I inwardly wished I had the nerve to be, but for now I will BEAM with pride.