It’s pretty sad that the only things motivating me to blog here are TV (Lost and Idol) and contests, so here’s a real piece of family stuff. A week or two ago, Addison and I performed in his elementary school’s talent show. It was a lot of fun, even the endless rehearsals of “Who’s on First” to which we subjected ourselves.
The night of the performance I had been drumming into Addison’s head that only I would have a microphone and that he’d need to project just like before—I would take care of the mic. Right before we went on, he was begging me to let him hold a mic, and I repeatedly told him no. Sure enough, right before we went on, he was handed a mic, and the rest was hilarity.
Since we’ve finished, Addison hasn’t wanted to reproduce the whole routine, but anytime anyone says “I don’t know,” we’ll both say, “Third base!” We’ll do intentionally, too, with one or the other asking what the capital of some state or far-off country is. Colin’s gotten into the act, too. Yesterday, he said, “What’s the capital of . . . third base?”
What indeed, Colin. What indeed.