Connor' s school had a Christmas program this year. Although I probably should be more PC and call it a "holiday" program and party. It was from 3 - 5 PM on a Friday. Not exactly perfect timing for the working parents. I tore out of work at 2:45 PM and had to park far away. I thought my lungs would explode as a sprinted up the hill to the atrium where the program was taking place. Nothing can really describe the anxiety, panic, and fear of a working mom that you might miss your child's performance on stage. Luck was a lady though on this day because Connor's class had not yet performed when I came huffing and puffing inside.
The last time Connor was in the program (pre-Belgium) she was our Santa Baby paraded around the auditorium between acts just like this little guy. My how time has changed us!