This week the kindergarten class hosted a "Mother's Night." This time is designed for kindergarten mommies and their child(ren) to spend some quality time with homemade "gifts" (including a beautiful necklace and coffee filter hat), artwork (portrait of mommy and some guesses to mommy's age, weight, special talents, etc.), prayer, dessert, and a mini-concert. My son, who is normally pretty quiet, sang a solo . . . TO ME . . . in front of about 150 people. A couple other children sang the same part of this song. I was sitting in a row with several women in the same "demographic" group as me--blubbering, 40-&-olders who think their children are their entire world. Below is the link to my precious son's solo.
My daughter's were there to help out (service hours), and they also thought their brother was the sweetest thing . . . until the mini-sparring began in the carride home. Well--all good things must come to an end sometime. God has blessed me with the three best kids in the world.