The Christmas Concert and Boogers: Parts II & III

The Christmas Concert

Tonight was Sophie's holiday concert at school.  The kindergarteners and first graders sang a series of holiday songs. It was at 7pm in the school cafeteria and the kids were supposed to wear "semi formal attire". It was a big deal.

Sophie was in the second row, just in front of the kids standing on the risers. She was wearing a brand new, very stylish, semi formal outfit and she was psyched.

There were about 7 songs in all, and the first three or so went great. She sang her heart out complete with all of her most earnest "actress" expressions. Then, I looked away for one second, and when I looked back she was crying. She made a valiant effort to get a grip and even sang through her tears, but it just wasn't happening for her. It was like American Idol when someone gets voted off and they're forced to sing "one more time for us". Painful.

I made my way around the back of the crowd and her teacher (who I love) fished her out from the group and handed her over to me...

Me: What's wrong, honey?

Sophie: Noah touched my nose and I did NOT like it!

(Fuckin' Noah. I never actually got to the bottom of what happened, but in fairness to Noah, no one saw any untoward nose touching.)

Me: Well, do you think you can go back up there? You were so great.

Sophie: Yeah, I know.

There's a long pause, then she heaves a great sigh and wipes her eyes on her new, pink, sequined sweater. We take a few deep breaths together and she heads back on stage to finish the concert.

DO NOT TOUCH MADONNA'S NOSE WHILE SHE'S SINGING DON'T EAT A POINSETTIA!


Boogers: Parts II & III

In other news, Ava is still a booger eater...

Part II
(I'm holding Ava and she starts to pick her nose.)

Me: Do you need a tissue?

(She fishes out a booger and looks at it.)

Me: Don't eat that!

(She eats it. Then she smiles at me like satan.)

Ava: Yummy in my tummy!

Part III
(KC is holding Ava and she starts to pick her nose.)

KC: Don't eat that booger.

(Ava holds the booger finger up to him.)

Ava: You want it?