You would have thought my boys would be nervous, wouldn’t you?
Gotten stage fright.
Said, “No, thank you.”
That’s assuming, though, that I actually told them that they were playing for this musician and this actor.
Which I didn’t.
Heck, all they knew is that they had a willing audience—and one that was willing to both:
1. Offer a solid critique when the boys had finished, and
2. Treat Joe & Jem to a performance of their own.
Angela, who was playing with Fisher Price people on the floor behind them, was most appreciative of George’s rendition of this piece. “Thank you for playing that!” she exclaimed when he had finished.
And then she went back to her plastic toys.
And the rest of us went back to the party.
(It was a BBQ at Grandma’s.)
(Minnesota-style, of course.)
AMDG,
How nice that they got to work with a professional musician! This is your best post ever, Margaret!
Have I told you today that I just love you, Jenn? That’s, of course, why I put up with you.
Signed,
The Mother of James and John
What fun! 🙂
A BBQ sounds yummy too…
~Jenny
I think helping kids to avoid “stage fright” is one of the biggest gifts we could give.
Being afraid is terrible.
Congrats to you for helping to build their self-confidence.
Awesome.