The day was even more special because his Mimi came to watch him shine. I think he introduced everybody there to, "My Mimi."
Mrs. Lee told us that as they were practicing this morning he kept asking her where we were. He told her over and over that his parents were supposed to come watch. She kept telling him that we would be there soon. He finally fell pray to his nerves. His stomach began to ache. He got a little whiny. He was very worried. WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THERE.
The show started with the children filing into the auditorium. Everything was going smoothly until halfway through the Pilgrims the children stopped filing in. I heard giggling from the back. I looked over the crowd to see my son holding up the line. he was stopping at every isle to look for us. The little boy directly behind him looked ready to kill him. And my baby? He looked like this...
After he finally spotted us he smiled and made his way onto the platform. Tragedy was avoided. We had done as we were supposed to do. We had come to watch him.
All of the little Indians and pilgrims filled up the stage. They sang their songs and gave shout outs to their fans. "HEY! That's my Mom! Hey Mom!!" It was very cute. My favorite part was watching my pilgrim sing a song about pumpkin pie. He really got into it. I have been wondering for weeks why he kept asking me to make pumpkin pie. Now I know.
Just in case you are wondering, the cutest pilgrim is the fifth one from the right.
The most challenging part of the program was the chick in the picture above. She apparently has the attention span of a...well, of a two year old. She desperately wanted to climb all over everything, say hello to everyone in the room, and style the hair of the woman sitting in front of us, a woman who was the unfriendly sort, who didn't even smile at my little hairdresser.