"Your child has signed up for the upcoming Primary Talent Show. Please confirm and get them practicing! We look forward to all of the great acts!"
Turns out she had, in fact, signed up and was very serious about her talent. When I asked her, she confidently told me what she was going to do. When I asked her if she wanted to practice, she assured me she already had her act down pat.
The night arrived and I was getting a little nervous. I mean, let's be honest, we all know how these things tend to turn out" Some kid runs up there, stares into the crowd like a deer in the cross hairs, mom whisper yells "Come on honney. You can do it!!!", and said kid runs out crying. The audience lets out a sympathetic round of applause and every parent secretly gives thanks that wasn't their kid.
I yet again asked Lexi if she wanted to practice jsut one more time. "NO MOM! Will you just please turn up the music?" (Ke$ha, in case you were wondering where her taste lies.) Hey, every artist has their THING to help get them into the zone. I wasn't about to mess with hers.
When it was her time to perform, she calmly walked up to the front and looked around. She got the attention of the nearest adult and requested the microphone. You know, 'cause, she wasn't going to strain her voice or anything. And, she let 'er rip.
Watch out Babs. You got a young 'un on your tail.