stories

Our little boy had attended kindergarten the previous year, but the first day of school in a new home and a new city was very frightening for us.   Of course there would be mom tears when the school bus doors closed for the first time. 

Our son was barely three years old and had just begun to master the English language with complete sentences when we began taking him to rehearsals for a local production of the off-Broadway musical, Godspell.  Both his mom and I were involved; one on stage and the other directing the pit orchestra.  This arrangement seemed to go okay until we realized that this three year old, human sponge was actually memorizing the entire play. 

We struck a deal on Tuesday to take the kid and her kids to dinner on Friday.  It seemed like a reasonable decision at the time.  But, the joint was packed, and our reservation in the kid friendly "don't you worry bout a thing room," had been moved to what could only be described as Heaven's Waiting Room.  Let's just say that it was an older crowd.