A Chorus Performance

So last night we went to West Hall Middle School's Christmas - excuse me - Holiday Choral Performance. The 7th and 8th graders were in their formal wear with everyone hair fixed and teeth brushed. The 6th graders were in their choral shirts and khaki pants. There was excitement in the air! Each class sang 5 songs. These were not traditional caroles either. They all, each grade, did a great job.

At least I think they did.

You see, we have to sit relatively close to the front, as Court is the smalles child in the chorus and if we don't sit close, we can't see her because she is blocked by Mr. Gomez, the teacher. So there we were in the 2nd row. In front of us is a mother with her 3 year old daughter. And this is where the trouble began.

First the little girl wanted to carry the sheep around from the Nativity scene that was in the front of the church. As everyone is performing, she is walking up and getting the sheep, then is told to go put it back, so she walks back up there to put it back. This happened SEVERAL times.

Then, in the middle of a song, she announces on the top of her lungs that she needs to go potty. So her mom takes her potty. They come back to the front row. She now has no shoes on and her princess panties are pulled up and over her jeans. She proceeds to run up and down the center isle of the church. Her mom keeps telling her to come sit down, but never once got up to get the child.

Then, the child decided to sit on the front steps of the church leading to where the kids are singing. She sat down and stood up, sat down and stood up, sat down and stood up. She then decided it would be fun to jump up and down each step. There were 5 steps in case you were wondering. Jump, jump, jump.

The mom finally decides to get up and go get her kid. When she bends over to pick her up her jeans slipped down. She wasn't wearing princess panties. In fact, she wasn't wearing any panties at all. We all got to see the mom's butt crack! The kid decides to scream that she doesn't want to go sit down, so the no underwear wearing mom leaves her where she is to continue doing whatever it is she was doing, which I can't remember right now because of the pain in my eyes from my retnas burning from the butt crack incident.

Finally, the performance was over and we gathered up our children and headed home.

Maybe that mom will ask Santa for some underwear for Christmas.