Stage Fright

This past Friday, Adrienne had her end-of-the-year party at her school. This was celebrated by a pot-luck reception with the parents, where the kids perform a song and dance and receive their certificates of completion. Regis and I were both a little bit excited to see Adrienne with her class because 1. She is a bit of a ham on a day-to-day basis and 2. We could see her 'practicing' songs and dances from school and wanted to know what these were. So when the big day arrived, the teachers escorted the parents to chairs on one half of the room facing the kid's chairs on the other side of the room. Adrienne was only separated from us for mere moments before you could see the stage fright kicking in. I can't hardly blame her for being nervous considering what the parent's side of the room must have looked like. I mean, there were more cameras and flashes going off  and people shouting 'Hey (insert child's name here), look over here!' than at a live news conference. It must be intimidating to stare into that wall of lenses and frantically waving, attention seeking parents. Needless to say, Adrienne didn't even so much as flub her performance as she did outright fail. There were some tears and a mad dash to daddy's arms and that was the end of it. The more Regis encouraged her to join her classmates, the louder she cried and harder she hugged on to him. Not to worry, however, because Adrienne made a swift recovery once the announcement came that we could hit the food table. At this point, she promptly ditched us and found other non-suspecting adults that are much easier to persuade using her big-blue-eyed coy-faced request for "More cookies, please?" We did manage to get one photo of Adrienne and her class-mates. I am definitely thinking this is one for the photo albums, no?