I'll open this shambles of a blog by recounting the first public performance by my 2 year old boy - The Sprite of Fury - this weekend at the church where he goes to pre-school. As anyone who has kids, especially toddlers, will tell you, any kind of organised activity is up for grabs. Its a roll of the dice whether the kids will comply at the best of times, a complete and utter tantrum-fest at the worst of them. Needless to say, our expectations for our first public performance were pretty close to nil. If our little Sprite even managed to get on stage, that would be success as far as we were concerened. Joining in the singing or dancing would be gravy. Now, my kid is EXTREMELY attached to me. We bonded a little too well when he was an infant, and now it is near impossible for me to be out of his direct line of sight. This is even more true on the weekends when I am his play-thing for the whole day. "No daddy work" he reminds me several times each Saturday and Sunday. ...
"He's plugged on, tuned in and dropped out..."