And it wasn't just me who thought so. If it was I'd persevere. Austin summed up his lack of enthusiasm at around the halfway point by walking over to the door, looking back at me and reaching up for the handle.
And then there was the cutting glare the teacher gave me at the end.
Whatever, lady. It's not my fault I can't sing and my kid would rather be outside. If you want to hold an audience, maybe you should replace some of the nursery rhymes with a few more book readings.
Harsh but fair. The content (29 minutes of songs and just one story) was clearly targeted at the younger end of the 0-2 year age group the class is supposed to serve. And, despite this being week two, word had already got around.
Only three of the 20 kids were on their pins.
Between this and the sea of cushions on the floor, which might as well have been a mine field, there was no fun to be had for Austin. For me, just the painful realisation that I've forgotten the words to almost every nursery rhyme and envy for those 17 mums with children so young they didn't wish for anything more than jiggling and hand clapping.
I should have opened the door for my son, ran after him and cheered as we fled. If I had, in years to come I'm sure he'd greet this tale with a bellyache that captured the hilarity of the moment while showing pride for the way his old man had handled it.
Alas, parenting is not a Steve McQueen movie. Suck it up and trust your child is enjoying it, if not also developing as a result. It's about experiencing the rewards that come from putting them first and you outside of your comfort zone.That is, of course, unless they hate the things that take you outside of your comfort zone. And that's why next Tuesday we'll be heading to the pool instead. Well, that or Bunnings.
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