Liv has no interest at all in becoming Sandra Bernhardt. She would probably rather have her toenails pulled out than sing a solo in front of an audience. She would also try nothing new, eat nothing new, or experience nothing outside of her small comfort zone if I didn't gently push her baby bird butt out of the nest once in a while.
So, when the opportunity came about last week to participate in a small singing and dancing camp I
This is quite frankly as close as she got to a smile on stage. But, I give the kid credit, she did it. After the show she told me she was wishing her group would have gotten to take part in two songs rather than one. Perhaps it wasn't communist style prison torture after all?
I decided not to share the comments with her I overheard from another family in the audience who loudly pointed Liv out while saying that she was so cute, but why did she look so serious? I was standing next to the mother who made the comment. She obviously thought one of the blond haired blue eyed smiling children belonged to me?
Oh the theater, it's full of drama.
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