At the end of February for the last 5 years I’ve had the pleasure of going to not one, but two kindergarten dance festivals.
I even get VIP seating at one of them … while I just lurk around at the back of the gym at the other one.
At one, I get 30 or 40 kids sitting in the crowd calling my name … and I do my famous “walking down imaginary stairs” move … and sometimes “going down an imaginary elevator” move. I haven’t pulled out “rowing in an imaginary canoe” trick yet … maybe next year.
At the other, I just lurk … and get the occasional nod … or low flying punch of recognition from kids who see me. This year one kid crawled through my legs without me knowing until the last second.
At one, half the parents wonder who the hell I am … at the other they wonder who the hell I am.
At both, parents keep looking around for a half Japanese kind of kid on stage.
At both, the parents seem to be getting younger.
At both, the kids seem to stay about the same age.
At both, I enjoy a couple of hours of kids in costumes on stage for the first or second or third time of their lives dancing their hearts out to a biased audience … with extensive video equipment.
note: I kind of liked the dinosaurs this year.
double note: the other of the Big Three are here:
Today turned out better than I thought it would: I shouldn’t doubt Sundays.