Man, I don't have anything intelligent to say about the loss of both Farrah and Michael Jackson today, but I'm tempted to break out the curling iron and attempt a moonwalk in my own private form of mourning.

I sort of left the whole "drama camp" thing hanging, didn't I? Fact is, I'm still sort of stunned by what happened that day. Actually, let me back up a bit. While the two big kids were in drama camp, my youngest had half-day soccer camp.

I mean, okay, look at this kid. Is this not hilarious? She's running around with a flower pinched in her fingers. She loved every second of camp, except for that one time when she got hit in the face with a ball and cried for half an hour - but she didn't tell me about that until the next day. I'm sort of shocked that she attended a camp for a sport that she's never, ever played, and didn't know a single kid, and still had a fantastic time.

Now, it could be because the camp is run by a group of brothers who told the kids a story about their own youthful love of soccer, and how one time they were at home and their mom was at work and they had a game to get to or something and they STOLE HER CAR, but because they were TOO SMALL TO DRIVE one worked the gas and brake and the other turned the wheel and WHY GOD WHY would they tell that story to a group of 6 and 7 year olds? WHY? My daughter dismissed it as utter crap. I've gotten a good look at those former kids, and I'm betting on true, but who am I to argue with my daughter? Crap it is.

Okay, so! Saturday morning, we had to get up and out early, as it was Little League closing ceremonies. As one of the moms pointed out, that required thanking the league officials, and the coaches and managers, and the sponsors, and the parents, and the kids, and the doctor that delivered the kids, and the DJ who was playing that song on the night that the kid's parents met, and on and on... surprisingly, all three kids did not have issues.

Then, we quickly ran over to the quickie hair salon and got my son's hair buzzed off. A quick lunch at home and both kids were hustled off the the school for dressing and makeup before the play. I fully expected "issues" but there were none.

At the appointed time, we arrived, clutching flowers, and sat in our seats. And? The scenes went off without a hitch. My kids remembered all their lines, their dance steps, everything.

That's right, I said dance steps. My son was a singing, dancing fool to I'd Do Anything For You from Oliver! Look at the little fella!
He's the one in the blue shirt kneeling in the front.

Even more surprising - he growled like a tiger! On cue!

My daughter did fantastic. Yay for tween girl drama energy.

Here she is as the snarky larkspur from Alice in Wonderland

And pretty in pink veil with bonus red, demonic eyes as Jasmine in Aladdin.

Can I just say that aside from the productions? THERE WAS NO DRAMA. It was amazing. The whole day, all three kids were really, really good.

A week later, and my son is still sneaking up behind me, singing "I'd do anything for you, dear, anything..."

And then I give him a chore. Hah. Might as well work that compliant mojo.