Sorry gang, but I just vaulted into the stratosphere of parenting.
You can try to top my awesomeness, but it’s unlikely.
It all began last Thursday…
I went to my kid’s concert, but not just any concert:
Oh yes. It was a Christmas concert.
Originally, the concert was scheduled for mid-December.
It was postponed due to snow.
I was up to the task. I’m renowned for my fortitude.
Unless oral surgery is involved.
Pay no heed to these other parents. They didn’t clap as loudly as I did.
I didn’t see one of them wrapping Xmas presents in the auditorium like I did.
I figure why not have Christmas again? It’ll make the concert all the more relevant.
A funny thing happened when the lights dimmed.
It didn’t’ feel like January after all. Rather, it felt like the week before Christmas.
The kids played with Xmas spirit, but I like to think that my loud “Ho Ho Ho-ing” helped.
Love, the best parent ever.
P.S. Portions of this post were greatly exaggerated.
P.P.S. Other portions of this post were outright lies, except for the concert part.