The last concert of the year. We have three of them every school year. I had some fun. At the expense of Karl. I hope he understands.
So to begin, as the 7th graders come marching along to sit on the bleachers, I take turns yelling at them as they pass. I’m really annoying. It goes something like this.
Me: KARL!! HI KARL!! KAAAAAAAAAARL HI!!! HI KARL!!
Karl: Ducks his head and wishes for the floor to open up and swallow him.
Me: KARL!!!! HIIIIIIIIIIII!!! KARL HI! HI! HI!
Karl: Finally looks at me and mumbles “Hi Auntie Sara”
Then Lauren comes along.
Me: HI LAUREN!! LAAAAAAUREN!!! HI LAUREN! LAUREN HI!!
Lauren: Laughing it off and says “Hi mom”
I wouldn’t do it to Karl if he didn’t react. Of course my mother is sitting two seats down and tells me to leave the children alone. Do you think I could? Yeah, I admit, I couldn’t leave it alone. I have proof.
He won’t look at me. So of course I start calling his name and threaten that I’ll just keep calling his name until he actually looks at the camera. I did have my mother’s approval on this one. He finally looked at the camera.
But since he was front and center and Lauren was not, I started taking a lot of pictures of him.
I even caught him looking at me.
He was getting tired of it. So he made a plan to thwart me!!
And hid behind it. Genius child.
Lauren on the other hand, loves for her picture to be taken and then she loves seeing it on the blog. She however had a sucky seat placement. So we were only able to get pictures of her when she stood.
After the 7th grade portion, all the Jazz band students went over to where they play and had to wait for the 8th grade portion of the concert. I found her playing with her reed.
But then she caught on that I was taking pictures of her.
So she wouldn’t look at the camera and instead of putting the music stand in front of her face, she just gave me a look and then wouldn’t look my way for the rest of the time. I mean she would, but then when she saw my camera up, she’d immediately look the other way.
All in all, it was a fun concert. Fun if you call sitting your butt on hard plastic chairs for almost 3 hours.
Question of the day: Any special memories of your parent’s embarrassing you?
*Edited to add* The other question of the day… Do you have any special memories of your children embarrassing you?