The Warm Fuzzies

Last night's performance of "Little Shop" kicked butt. In addition to the really fun full chorus numbers, we had a couple of solos. Son #2 got to be the patient who runs from the dentist's chair when Seymour comes in. His wounded animal style whimpering got a chuckle from the audience. Son #1 had a small vocal part as a TV producer who tries to get Seymour to sign a contract. The conductor of the pit band said it was the best performance of the song, better than all the rehearsals.

I've been pretty candid about Son #1's callous treatment of his brothers now and again, so it's only fair that I show his sweet, sensitive side. His cast bio in the program said:

This was his first production, and he loved being in the show. He would like to thank his mother for believing in him. He would also like to thank [the directors] and [the teacher] who urged him to try out for the play.

I guess I probably will never get off the emotional roller coaster called parenthood, but I have to admit that last night's ride was pretty thrilling.