For his class program, Superstar's class did a salute to Nothing But the Blues (that happened to include pre-blues, jazz, and rock). The kids were more or less in costume. Ours told us about a costume as we were walking out the door, for instance, but the speakers were well-prepared in flapper girl dresses, Elvis wigs, Ray Charles sunglasses, and Beach Boy Hawaiian shirts. The songs were fun, the kids did a great job, and I only have eyes for my boy. So here he is doing his solo:
And here he is dancing:
As someone complimented his great singing voice, they generously said that he must take after his mom and dad. Superstar looked over at me skeptically, then replied, "Well, my mom anyway." *HA* True, dat.
You may have noticed the sling. He fractured his wrist over spring break - fell off his scooter racing downhill and took a bad slide. Nothing too serious, especially now that it's protected in a cast. He's a stoic little guy who doesn't complain.
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