Boo's been talking about wanting to be "on a stage" for awhile now. He's been to several children's theatre productions and according to my mom, was absolutely transfixed during one such performance. He often performs for us at home, using the sofas as his stage and singing Beatles songs verbatim with guitar in hand. He's got a wicked memory and one of the array of specialists we've seen suggested several years ago that acting might be something he might enjoy and be good at.
So I decided to see if anyplace local offered acting lessons for almost 7-year olds and lo and behold, a local arts center does. Not only do they have an acting workshop for kids ages 4-8, but they are performing "A Year With Frog and Toad" later this fall. (Boo loves this series.) I emailed their executive director to see if there were openings, and there happened to be 4 more places in the cast. I typed in my credit card number and voila! Boo became an actor.
When I picked him up today, I told him I had something to tell him at home.
"Tell me in the car," he said.
Fearing a meltdown, I confessed. I'm not all that good about keeping secrets.
"Do you still want to take acting lessons?" I said, tentatively, half-holding my breath and seeing in my mind the "no refunds" clause on the e-agreement I'd clicked "yes" to only mere hours earlier.
I explained that I found an acting class and that he was going to be in the play "A Year With Frog and Toad."
The look on his face was the epitome of sheer joy. I would have gladly paid twice as much as I did for the workshop to see that.
"Really?" he said. "Oh, Iamsoso ...exciiiiiiiiiiiiiiited!"
His first class is this Saturday. Remember, you knew him when ....