Choir Boy II

Last Thursday the Feds announced they wouldn't come into the office on Friday. That was music to my ears. To celebrate, I accepted an invitation to trek out south to attend Car's choir concert.

He's in the sixth grade choir. Music is a requirement at his school. Choir or strings. He selected choir. I noticed the eighth grade choir was about one-quarter the size of the sixth grade version. I'm guessing it is not a requirement for them.

It was a fun event, although Schramwich logged it as one of the most painful events of his life. Schramwich Wife and I enjoyed. Car seemed very satisfied with our support, but he blushed a bit when we asked him to point out his girlfriend. Sixth grade love is special.

Next stop was the custard place because that's where the kids were going. When we realized that our tummies were still growling, we made a 9 p.m. Burger King run with all four kids. Then on home for stomach rolls and silly acting before making sure teeth were brushed, pjs were on and all were nestled in their beds.