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Two Worlds Collide

We started Willy Wonka the Musical practice this week.  I am LOVING it!

Yesterday we did a workshop on defining our characters.  So, my son Augustus and I sat down to create a background for our family.  Here it is in a nutshell:  We are a wealthy German family, but I grew up poor and was often hungry.  So when I married Augustus’ dad I promised myself that Augustus would never be hungry.  That’s why I feed him all the time.  My goal in life is to make sure Augustus is happy.  What’s so wrong with that?  🙂

While my stage son and I were talking, I asked him where he went to school.  Turns out he goes to the same school Mark does.  And, he’s the same age as Mark.  And, yes, he knows Mark.  We had that moment of wide-eye opening, “You’re kidding!!!” looks.  Then, I was faced with a dilemma.  Do I ask if he likes Mark?  Or do I let it go?

Have you ever known me to let something go?  Of course I asked him!  He said, “Yeah.  I think he’s funny!”  Whew.  Mark said he thought they had PE and maybe drama together in 6th grade, but no classes together last year. 

So, my two sons know each other!  Weird…


My 10-yr-old daughter went to a sleepover on Friday night.  There were three girls that went to see the Hannah Montana movie (thank you to Ashleigh’s parents for taking her and sparing me the time and money by having to sit through it myself!).  Afterwards, they went to Ashleigh’s house for the sleepover. 

Our phone rings at 3:20 am.  It’s Karen.  “Mom, I don’t want to come home, but Ashleigh and I are really scared.  We think we heard stuff outside the house, and we heard the clanging of knives!”  At this point, I have one eye open, but that’s about it. 

“The clanging of knives?”  I ask.

“Well, silverware.”

“Where are Ashleigh’s parents?”

“They are upstairs with the door closed.”

 “Why doesn’t Ashleigh go tell them that you all heard something?”

“Mom, it’s all the way upstairs!”  (the “duh” was implied.)  “We are really freaked out.  What should we do?” 

After telling her to turn on lights (“check!”) and the tv, I calmed her down by saying, “I think the three of you should just bunch together and watch tv for awhile until you all feel better and go to sleep.”

That seemed okay to her.  I really don’t know what she wanted me to do, but apparently, the advice I gave her made her happy enough.

After I picked her up from Ashleigh’s house, she filled me in on more details, including the stand out comment:  “We almost called 911 about six times!”  (Oh, man, oh man, oh man.)  So then we had the discussion about when to call 911 and when to be brave and suck it up.

My mind was flying.  Can you imagine having two girls over to sleepover, and then at 3:30 there’s a knock at the door, “Ma’am, did you call 911?”

The drama queen has struck again.

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