Charlyn’s Web

It’s a dance- to be done with children.

First the parent decides to take the children to an event that would broaden their little minds, expose them to culture and fill their souls.

Then the children loudly proclaim that it will be BOOOORRRRING! And that they don’t “appreciate” that kind of thing.

Lastly, the parent drags children to event, leaving grooves in the cement steps as they dig in their little fingers and scream in agony.

It’s real fun, you need to try it sometime. I just did.

Col. Panic was singing with the local symphony and choir for their Christmas concert. We thought it would be fun, entertaining, interesting and good for the kids to go to the Dress Rehearsal and see their Papa in action. At least we weren’t dumb enough to take them to the real deal thing. I figured they could be a tad restless and we could whisper some if there wasn’t a crowded auditorium. We packed coloring books etc. to help stave off the boredom and headed into town as they moaned and groaned about their ordeal.

Just the trip getting there was interesting. It seems that I don’t know how to drive.

“Do you know how to dim the lights in this thing?”

“Are you going to hit those bumps going full blast?”

I realized the brights were on (apparently I didn’t know how to dim them “in this thing”)and was mentally apologizing to the truck in front of me as I dimmed them when a voice pops up with:

“Why are you turning off the lights?!?”

We some how made it there and managed to sit through Vivaldi’s Gloria. To be honest the kids did very well. The Girls sat on my lap, one at a time. We talked a bit about what was going on and the girls colored. They insisted that it was awful. I enjoyed it.

Then for the ride home they all piled in with Papa and I somehow managed to drive myself home without all that help.

Wonders never cease.