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I try to be a good, obedient bloggist. I truly do. I must confess, now that I actually have something somewhat worthy to post with regards to the Little Guy and the premiere of his assuredly long and rich career as an entertainter making it possible for him to take care of his lukewarm-successful novelist mother and his crippled-by-life elementary school teacher (read: poor) father into perpetuity, I am itching to post it.

Please forgive.

And then come back tomorrow for the Very Special One Year Bloggiversary (when will someone settle on a definite spelling for that psuedo-word?) (When will I ?)Giveaway and leave me a comment saying you were sorely disappointed with today's post and are expecting--nay, demanding!--to win something in the giveaway as compensation. (Sorry. It's all I've got.)

The Little Guy's first grade class was rehearsing a play. Two, in fact. The LG was slated to be the star of Tikki Tikki Tembo. This I gleaned from the notice sent home listing all the children and their parts. (Since LG was listed to play Tikki, I leaped to a conclusion.) He was very comme il fait about the whole thing--barely batted an eye about the fact that he was the star. No. Big. Deal. However, every night before bed, he acted out the entire play with everyone's parts. Twice. We thought he was pretty darn cute and smiled coyly at one another when the teacher sent home a note saying how surprised we would be when we saw LG perform. Who us? Hadn't we known this child his entire life? Wasn't he the biggest Drama Queen of the family? (He really is--but he is also very shy and pretty emotionally balanced--the drama only comes out when he is very tired and frustrated. In other words, he isn't one of those kids who is bouncing off the walls. Au contraire! )

He still didn't bat an eye when it was time to get his make-up on for the event. No problem! (He is nothing like his father in this way whom I directed in an amatuer film when we were 17--he always managed to hide when it was time for the mascara--I so wanted to know what it would be like to run a mascara wand over those extremely long and curly lashes that I eventually married him). No, this kid seemed to relish the whole process of burnishing his skin (Tikki is from China so the white pasty look had to go) spraying his hair black and attempting to change the shape of his eyes:




Please note the way he has his arms covering his bare chest. This child will not even swim without a shirt but he will gladly suffer make-up. Yeah. I know.

Here he is in all his Tikki glory:



He did a good job as Tikki. We thought it was pretty cute and funny. He and the boy who played his brother even concocted a fake fight scene where one slaps and the other jerks his head back to make it look as if he was struck. Golden stuff, that. I might one day post video of that but it is rather long. No, the huge surprise of the evening came along when my sweet, easy-going, normally docile, even-keeled LG appeared in the chorus of the second play, The Three Piggy Opera. If I do say so myself (and I am doing it as we so-to-speak) he STOLE the show. He OWNED the stage. He was the IT guy. This clip (below) is cute but it isn't the best of the show. (One of my biggest sorrows in my 44 years of life is that, so far, no video of him singing about the "big fat wolf-yum yum yum!" has turned up. Mark my words, one day it will be higlighted on Fox News.) You might notice that some of the girls are yucking it up as much as LG but not with the same intensity. Clearly, he takes his job very seriously (he even memorized all the parts of the narrators---just in case). The other boys, of course, are pretty much hoping no one notices them. At all. Whatsoever. This is because they get a clue.




After a little bit of the above, I turned to the Middle Child, placed a comforting hand on her knee and said, "I'm thinking you might not be getting any nieces or nephews after all." She quickly agreed. I spent half of the show mentally hugging myself with delight and the other half mentally going over the list of awesome song and dance men who are straight and, of course Hugh Jackman (can I say "phew"?) came immediately to mind but, er, um, can anyone think of another?(le sigh)




After the show: what a pretty group of girls! LG and the one in pink, Laurel (what a cutie-patootie!) could be twins!





Here he is with his best buddy ever, Lucas, who wanted to be there to see his friend perform and even wanted to bring him a gift--a gorgeously decorated cookie in the shape of a Chinese Dragon (it was delicious just in case any you--like I--wondered whether or not those boutique cookies even taste good. Do they ever! I think the LG even got a bite.) This buddy of his came up with the idea ALL on his own. He really impressed me which was a tall order in light of the Clearly Shining Brilliance of my own son.

(2,800 words on Miss D Two yesterday. AND I colored my hair. All in the same day. There's just no stopping me.)