Ah, the joys of having a school-aged child. Imagine mine, with four.

First, there are the dreadful and dreary school chorus and dance performances. I’ve had to sit through four or five of them so far this school year. The dance ones are by far the worst: Watching Johnny and Mary stomp across the stage, demonstrating “angry”! Here Jimmy and Suzie go, with flailing scarves, representing sadness! Ugh. Give me a scarf and I’ll show you pissed off! The choruses are little better: 30 kids with kazoos, not a one can snap fingers in time to the music. But there are TJ’s parents, whipping out the video camera and filming away. Is this how Scorcese got started?

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So I sit here today, tired after trudging through a report on William Clark, explorer, including helping the 10 year old to do a bullet list of important events, pull pictures from the net, and create a 20×30 poster board for presentation. If there’s any benefit to me from all of this, you could ask me anything…I know all about him now!