LilZoot’s art camp extravaganza was fabulous. After visiting all of the different classes, his group did a modern dance number for the entire assembly. Coordinating 9yr olds into a dance routine in two weeks? Should be considered a miracle. And the instructor? Should be knighted.
After the dance, LilZ got to do his creative writing reading. He was so nervous. He read about our trip to Las Vegas in 2002. It was very cute. He did great. I read it in his notebook and he likes to use the word ‘Butt’ instead of ‘But’ which makes the 7yrold in me giggle profusely.
So – modern dance, public reading, and paper mache gourds? Does it get any cooler than that?
It could NOT get any cooler.
Unfortunately? The Hawaiian song about the Humuhumukununukuapua (state fish – thank YOU) is going to be playing in MrZ’s head all day long. Which means periodically he’ll start singing it out loud. Which means I’ll constantly have it in my head too.
Of course, because we are big giant rebels, we ditched the free pizza and went and had Firehouse Subs for lunch instead. There are about 15.2 million hot sauces you can choose from. Today? I chose none. I’m experimental like that.
Now I’m back at work for a few hours (Boo!) before driving LilZ to see his Dad (Boo!). Hope everyone has a fantabulous Friday!