Recreational Things

Posted by Patrick Corkum on May 10, 2010

Growing up, my wife took dance lessons with the local Recreation & Parks. So, as she has gotten older, she has really wanted to go back and dance some more. So, this year, she did just that. Well, this past weekend was her performance. I took the kids to her first performance on Saturday morning. We sat through an hour and a half of their interpretation of “Annie”. Fortunately, we did not go to the afternoon performance which was 3 hours long. Yikes!

Afterwards, I asked Mia whether she enjoyed it. She did. I then apologized to PJ for making him sit through it. <He did claim that he enjoyed it though.> Ty said that he liked it too. I think he did, but I’ll never know because he repeats everything the other two say, no matter what it is. “I like sardines”…. “I like saheenes”.

Then there’s me. I enjoy dance. However, recreational dance makes me think that I’m on recreational drugs. I don’t want to put anyone down, I am sure they worked hard at it, but I am not going to play it up… it is what it is. My problem is that I look for people to mess up. For instance, we went to see the Rockettes back in November. I pointed out every inaccuracy that I could find to my wife. This is just what I do. I love to notice problems and figure out how to improve them. Saturday’s performance made my brain tired. How many times can I watch 3 year old girls dressed in silly glittery outfits  tap their feet  and turn around, just to repeat tapping their feet again in absolutely perfect disarray to the oohs and aahs of the audience? Torture, I tell you…. torture! If Jack Bauer saw this, he would never use physical force again.

Okay, I know parents think it’s cute and all… I have a little girl too… I can understand. But you know what happens when it isn’t your little girl (or boy) up there anymore…