Somebody Tell Me That Dino Isn't Mine!
As Steve, or maybe Joe, bids his young audience goodbye, he breaks into a song, "Now it's time for so long/ But we'll sing just one more song!..." Indeed, something akin to it happened at my son AJ's last day of preschool. His wonderful teacher, Mrs. C., tried to simulate a classroom setting only this time there were about thirteen sets of parents in the room with their cameras on standby. So, these adorable tots sat in a circle trying hard not to fidget in their beautiful dresses and smart looking clothes. Then it was time to break into their songs. First up, a good morning song that would've been too cute for words if not for the poignancy of the fact that this would be the very last time that this song will be sung in the preschool ever (the preschool will shut down after this school year). As I didn't want to look too much like a sissy --- mom-crying-her-eyes-out-at-a-preschool-graduation --- I just covered up the tears welling up in my eyes by taking more pictures than usual. Right, better to be an obssessed mom than a basketcase one!
Next up, the kids sang a song about the days of the week. Only this time, AJ has decided that since he has a ready audience, he might as well up the ante five notches. He just started roaring and singing in a dinosaur voice. "Sunday, Monday/ Rrrrr. I'm a triceratops!/ Tuesday, Wednesday/ Aaaarrr!..." Ten bucks says that at least one parent is thinking that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!
Needless to say, when it was time to hand out the diplomas, only AJ didn't approach the teacher to get his. Instead, he just continued pretending to be a dinosaur. My son's two minutes of fame and he blows it by auditioning for Jurassic Park IV. But deep inside, I know that this is just his way of covering up for his embarrassment over all the attention that's focused on him, or rather, all the children. I just wish I could find another way to convince him how to get on with it. Can just imagine him on prom night, growling and roaring like a dinosaur that he wants to be. That'll score big points on his date for sure. Even worse, his date's parents might even call security from the get go! No date and no prom for my poor Triceratop!
Next up, the kids sang a song about the days of the week. Only this time, AJ has decided that since he has a ready audience, he might as well up the ante five notches. He just started roaring and singing in a dinosaur voice. "Sunday, Monday/ Rrrrr. I'm a triceratops!/ Tuesday, Wednesday/ Aaaarrr!..." Ten bucks says that at least one parent is thinking that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!
Needless to say, when it was time to hand out the diplomas, only AJ didn't approach the teacher to get his. Instead, he just continued pretending to be a dinosaur. My son's two minutes of fame and he blows it by auditioning for Jurassic Park IV. But deep inside, I know that this is just his way of covering up for his embarrassment over all the attention that's focused on him, or rather, all the children. I just wish I could find another way to convince him how to get on with it. Can just imagine him on prom night, growling and roaring like a dinosaur that he wants to be. That'll score big points on his date for sure. Even worse, his date's parents might even call security from the get go! No date and no prom for my poor Triceratop!
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