|I guess we cured that lack of confidence thing
||[Apr. 28th, 2011|07:21 am]
At some point in the foreseeable future, there is a talent show at The Boy's school. I'm not a good enough mother to know exactly when it is, but I'm sure The Boy will keep me posted. Because ever since December, he's been talking about his act.|
I suppose it would be more correct to say he's been talking about his acts, because he comes up with a new one every few weeks. So far he's considered singing, a comedy act, a play, a stand-up routine, a rock band, and a couple of other things I can't remember. I have no idea if he'll actually do any of these things, but it's amazing to me that he's even considering it. When I was his age, getting on stage in front of a room full of people would have ranked right up there with getting a shot or eating brussels sprouts.
The other night, he wandered into the room while we were watching Glee, just in time to catch the big closing number. He was entranced, and the next morning pulled it up on the internet (his youtubing skills are his true talent, I think) and watched it a dozen times. On the way to school, he mentioned to Husband that a dance routine might be his new act for the talent show. But he was a little confused about the tee-shirts the kids were wearing.
Why do they have those words on them? he asked.
Those words were things about the kids that they originally were embarrassed about, but had decided to embrace. Things they were born with. Husband explained.
Oh. Said The Boy, then thought for a bit. I guess if I had one of those shirts it would have "Brainiac" on it.