Last night, my son's class put on "Poem Productions" for all their parents. It is where they learn a poem, and have a few of their classmates act it out while they recite it from memory. They get to stage their poem however they want. It was soo adorable! Usually at those things I am bored stiff until my kid gets up, then the world has to be quite and stop so he can have his shining moment! Last night, however, I was so thrilled with all of the children's performances, especially my own kid's, of course.
He practiced his poem and memorized it mostly on his own! One day he just had it all memorized. Then, of course, he didn't want to be bothered with practicing it anymore. He already knew it, Mom! (much eye-rolling here). I tried to get him to put more energy and excitement into it, but I guess he isn't the stage ham I am. I suppose it will serve him well in the future, not always having to be on show at all times. He assured me he would do it right when he performed it. He did! He was awesome! I guess he just didn't want to do it for me.
He participated in a few other kids' poems:
Then he did his own:
Who wants a pancake, fresh and piping hot?
Good little Grace looks up and says: "I'll take the one on the top!"
Who else wants a pancake fresh off the griddle?
Terrible Theresa smiles and says: "I'll take the one in the middle!"
At the end, he was taking bows like he was the only one that did anything! We couldn't get him to smile for the camera long enough to get a good picture, but it was a great night, and I am soooo proud of my little guy!
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