As girls, my sisters and I (that's Sister A and Sister C) were very big concert makers. You know the elaborate vaudeville kind that involves costumed 'acts' of every variety - singing, dancing, comedy (mostly unintentional). Our group performances culminated in a complicated rendition of the entire soundtrack from Grease, held in our neighbour's double garage and involving hanging up near the ceiling above a concrete floor by ropes suspended across a rafter at one point. Let's just say the 20c admission free was a bargain.
It is therefore with some trepidation but mostly great pleasure that I now watch my own girls stage their own little concerts. Well, a certain amount of pleasure. As we sit down for concert number 137 (and they are only 4 and 7 years old) I can see why the smiles on my own parents' faces became more and more strained as the years went on. I'm sure the routines became more polished, but then, so did the smiles.
But still, this week I'm grateful for...
314. Homemade concerts - the very best kind. So far my girls' versions involve Cappers tapping out a rhythm on a paint can while the Badoo sings her own words enthusisatically into a stick microphone, but there is hope for them yet. We have a double garage.
315. The tooth fairy - she forgot to come once again, but I appreciate that she's busy.
316. Ice blocks - It's so hot we are tending to melt along with our ice blocks, but Quelch Fruit Sticks are saving us all. I love that word 'quelch' - it sounds like it would satisfy the biggest thirst. Except I just googled it and it's urban slang for 'vaginal burp'. I've gotta stop googling stuff!.
What's got you grateful this week, my lovelies?
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