My Cherubs

Our music director assigned solos to both Evan and Andrew the last time that children's choir sang. Evan handled it like an old pro; Andrew took a bit more coaxing. After singing the song beautifully at the rehearsal the day before, we told Andrew he had done great, and to do that well the next day for church.

Andrew: Oh, I'm not singing the song again.
Me: Well ... you have to sing it tomorrow for church.
Andrew: No, I'm only singing this song once. And I sang it. So I'm done.
Me: (trying to think quickly to persuade without arguing) But Daddy didn't get to hear you. You have to sing it tomorrow so Daddy will hear you.
Andrew: Daddy should have been here today if he wanted to hear me.
Me: (slightly exasperated) Andrew, you just have to sing it tomorrow. That's the end of the conversation.

And they both sang beautifully during church.

One of these children is taking it very seriously. And one of them is a ham.

The children's choir before church. 

Evan singing his solo. Notice that Andrew is not exactly standing in formation. He was twirling, wiggling, and completely not paying attention until . . . 

he got the microphone. Then he sang like an angel.