Well, we went to the Christmas concert at my kids' school last night. If you missed the prelude to this story, you can find it at An Encounter with a Scrooge. To say I was lacking the spirit would be an understatement. Gritted teeth and folded arms . . . I offered those around me $50 if they'd boo the music teacher's bow at the end. No takers. Drat! Catholic school parents can be such goodie-goodies sometimes.
That was a tough night, but we all got through it, and I'm exceedingly proud of my son for still wanting to go. All I can say is he's a bigger man than me . . . and that's saying something since he's nine and, well, I'm a woman.
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