Monday, October 18, 2010
On Sunday, my husband and I brought our daughter to hear this UNCA concert. What a lovely idea!
But then the squirming started. I'd brought papers and markers along to draw the musicians (like mommy!) Her and her little friend drew doggies and superheros instead and made each other giggle. Shhhh!
The friend had a very squeaky seat, especially if you rocked it back and forth just so, which no amount of shushing could stop.
Then my daughter started whining.
"I'm hungry, mom!"
Shhh! (frantic pointing at the numerous serious musicians)
"But I'm really hungry, mom!"
Shhh! (point, point)
"Why did we have to come here? It's so boring!"
(shocking, I know)
What's wrong with today's seven-year-olds, I have to wonder. Don't they know culture when they see it? :)
It was hard not to feel disappointed that my daughter wasn't a perfect angel during the concert. Unlike the time I took her to the ballet when she was six months old (she cooed adorably for awhile, then fell asleep)
All she wanted to do when we got home was play 'Avatar: the last airbender' with her friend. They were both the Avatar. And neither one was hungry after I threw together a quick dinner. What's wrong with these kids, anyway?
Hey, anyone want to play Avatar with me?