annoyed with self
We went to a concert today. Creole music for kids. Much fun. They even had oodles of Mardi Gras style beads to t oss out.
We had front row seats. Not as good because you're so close it's tough for little people to see over the stage but it left the little man room to get up and dance.
They took Isaac up on stage and handed him a 'rub board' (a fancied up washboard).
There he was, doing the little white boy dance, hamming it up, throwing mommy beads and jamming with the other musicians...
And I didn't have a camera.
But the little man had fun and when another little girl was sad because she didn't have any beads he went over (with only a small prompt) and happily gave her one of his necklaces.
We had front row seats. Not as good because you're so close it's tough for little people to see over the stage but it left the little man room to get up and dance.
They took Isaac up on stage and handed him a 'rub board' (a fancied up washboard).
There he was, doing the little white boy dance, hamming it up, throwing mommy beads and jamming with the other musicians...
And I didn't have a camera.
But the little man had fun and when another little girl was sad because she didn't have any beads he went over (with only a small prompt) and happily gave her one of his necklaces.