Son#1 SHONE in his school play last night.
He remembered most of his whopping 91 lines.
We are proud as punch.
The poor blighter almost threw up on stage, all those nerves have had him in their grip for the better part of the past fortnight.
He came home on a high, telling us that as long as he can get back on stage, his life would be good.
Bless.
The kids are free this afternoon.
Tonight they have a Christmas dinner at school.
They must be utterly pooped.
I'm spending my child-free morning - my last until the 5th of January - watching crap on TV.
Nothing like TV to utterly waste one's time.
Ha!
91 lines? Sounds like child labour... BRAVO for Mr. Model-and-Actor-to-be!
ReplyDeleteSame here, same here - although no TV but the last chance to get some work done... While the kids chew on their healthy dinner snacks tonight, we'll have an ouderborrel (free wine mwoeahahaa)
Free + Wine = MAGIC!!!! Like I always say: A drunk parent is a happy parent, bwahahaha! (Not really, Roos: Behave yourself!)
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