The Talent Show rears its ugly head.

Remember this?

It happened again. Mathew has a thing for talent shows. For some reason he does not fear them as I do. I tremble at the thought of putting myself on display.

Not Mathew. He insists on doing a bit of “freestyle breakdancing” every year. I don’t understand it at all.

He came home with the flyer calling for auditions and told me with an air of confidence that he wanted to do it and would I help him get the music together. When I asked him what kind of moves he’d be doing and wouldn’t he like to practice a bit, he just informed me quite casually that he’d “make it up as he went along”. This is when I had a mini-stroke.

I promise you I have had countless actual nightmares that I am “making it up as I go along.” His talent is literally the stuff my nightmares are made of.

I hoped he’d forget.

I hoped he’d get distracted by other things.

I hoped the talent show would be cancelled.

Or rained out.

Or maybe a massive lice outbreak would close the school.

But…..

Here he is at the auditions. Moments away from “making it up as he went along”.

Man…I love and admire this kid. He’s got moxy.

He also earned a spot in the talent show.

Go figure?