Band Concerts and Riding Side Saddle

Sparkycus is getting better at giving us advance notice. This week we received a full five-day heads up regarding his 7th grade band concert! Even better was the three day notice of his need for a white shirt that fits. Believe me, for that child, five and three days is something akin to sending out "save the date" cards a year before the wedding. Ah, growing up ... I hope he doesn't out-pace me.

The band concert was, well, a band concert. Their timing was pretty impressive. Tune was at times shaky but I can't even read music, so there will be no further finger-pointing from this gal.

A positively classic moment during the eighth-graders' portion ...

One of the flautists (front row, as Murphy's law would dictate) was wearing what must have been a knee-length skirt. As we all know, what is knee-length standing can morph into a miniskirt pretty darn quickly once seated.

This poor child had NO clue of a) how to sit "side saddle" or b) that each tap of the toe made things worse. We're talking knees at least 10 inches apart, toe just a-goin', front and center view for the entire auditorium. The lady in the row behind me and I were having a hard-time keeping it together. There's not much funnier than a child other than your own making a boob of themselves and knowing that someone, somewhere is recording this for posterity. Just before the last song, someone in the front of the audience finally got her attention. Miss Cooter Shot's solution? Keep feet planted and bunch the middle of her skirt in her lap between her thighs, of course! I thought I was going to break a rib from not laughing out loud. The mom behind me and I were having fits of muffled, snort-laughter barely disguised as coughs. Stealthy ones, we were!

All in all an entertaining evening.

Be well.