School's out. Hellooo Summer. This proud mama (and MacDaddy and MammaMia, and GrandmaB and GrandadDoc and LaT and the Titas) had a ball watching each boy perform in the school's closing programs.
Oh Tato. He was up on stage alright. He went through the motions. But he had this expression in his eyes, the melt-your-heart kind that seemed to plead 'Someone.. get me out of here. Quick. I'd rather be down there with the rest of you. Or anywhere else'. Cutiepie.
As for Mak, it seems he has found his second home. On stage. No one at our own home needed a calendar to know it was program day for him. He was marching around the house singing and saying his and everyone's lines as soon as his eyes popped open. More practice, more singing all the way until he was school-bound. He didn't get his wish. Little Miss Narrator was healthy as an ox and didn't quite need the help of Mr. Understudy. But he sang and delivered his own lines like there was no tomorrow. Or probably crossed his fingers he could do it again for more tomorrows. Mak falling in love with the stage. Who knew?
Extra special props to the Philippine Montessori Center's Instrumental Ensemble. Incredible bunch of kids. Four to six-year olds churning out ear candy using marimbas, metallophones, glockenspiels. (Confession: I had to spell check those) So amazing that the mini musicians are off to New York to perform at the Lincoln and Kaufman Centers.