Yesterday I was puttering around the house as much as my horrific cold would allow when the phone rang. It was about time for the husband to call at the end of his shift so it took my brain a moment when the voice at the other end introduced itself as Donovan's music teacher at school. Apparently, there have been some behavior problems and, with the Big Wintertime Show coming up on Tuesday, he thought the time had come for us to have a talk.
So all this ooohing and aaahing about how well Donny has been doing with his developmental milestones and all the while he's playing badass in music class! I had no idea. I promised the teacher I'd speak with him--and I have. I hope he'll behave long enough for everyone to get thru Frere Jacque on Tuesday. I've been having daily sit-downs with him about it since the call but I have this sinking feeling that all he's hearing is "BLAHblahblahblahblah."
Tuesday. Its coming up soon. Stay tuned.