When Hubby was a little boy he learned to play the recorder. I think it’s a ritual that all kids go through. I remember being sent out the backyard to play ours, and I thought I was some kinda musical genius on it.
When it came to his musical concert at school, he chatted to his parents on the way there. They talked about the concert and how he’d play, to which he responded: “You don’t think I’m actually going to blow, do you?”
So he went through that whole concert with the other kids making music {if you can call it that} on their recorders, all the while pretending to play along with not a sound coming from his instrument.
Fast forward to last night; Lacey had her Christmas concert. I’ve heard her singing carols and songs for the past few weeks as she moves around the house, the car, the shops or anywhere we’ve been.
We sat at the back, being the new kids on the block, and watched as Lacey stood on the stage with her school friends ready to perform. As everyone started to sing, it was obvious that she wasn’t. Her mouth was opening and closing {like a fish} with no noise coming out.
We were crying in fits of laughter. The new kids on the block, with the kid that mimes her way through the Christmas concert.
I imagined her saying afterwards: “You didn’t think I was actually going to sing, did you?”
