Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Back to the old grind
We have one more practice for our Kinder Choir kids tonight, and then a performance on Sunday that should prove to be the best entertainment in town. Literally. These kids are so far from prepared for this presentation. I think there are too many words in the songs for these little ones. They like the songs where they have cute little moves. Other than that, they are lost most the time, or going to the bathroom. This group of kids (mine included, mind you) are the most regular group of kids you will EVER meet. We have this one little boy who poops at 6:20. On the dot. No joke. The only time he hasn't was when he wasn't there.
Then there are the kids who haven't been there for ... oh .... the entire spring season who just show up. Hello.... you are either in or you're out.
We have these two girls who could pass as twins who are thick as thieves. They love to sit next to one another, even if they aren't supposed to. They have these blonde curls and cute little smiles that have apparently gotten them far in their four years here on earth.
Then we have a brother and sister duo. Man alive ... they are only one year apart, and they are slick as snot. The little girl can get her pout on in about .00000000001 seconds flat, and it has worked for others before so she keeps doing it. It doesn't work with me, however and she knows it. The brother .... wow. Just wow. He throws a mini fit every time he doesn't get what he wants. He has gum in his mouth about 75 percent of the time, and I WISH his mother would be a responsible parent and have him throw it out before he comes in. Because I always have to be the one to have him deposit it in the trashcan upon his arrival. And then he throws his fit. And then he is a grump. And then he gets over it, until someone else pi**es him off, starting the cycle all over again. And don't get me started on when he can't go with his sister to her little kid's club (they can't handle them together, but WE have to ....)
And then there is this little girl who looks a LOT like the Monkey ... she just gets all pouty when she doesn't want to sing. She only wants to do what she wants to do when she wants to do it. She must get that from her father. I must talk to her mother ...
Labels: Kinder Choir
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