High School Musical
High School Musical is coming to London! Apparently there will be a live show in The Hammersmith Apollo in July. Darling boy Max saw the notice in my Evening Standard and he danced around the house with glee;
"Freya will be delighted," he shouted... "And I will come too because mummy can't leave one of us behind," he exclaimed.
"Don't worry diddums," I soothed, "Freya doesn't want to go to see the show, she doesn't love Troy anymore - not since he kissed Gabriella in High School Musical Two, isn't that so my baby munchkinette?" I asked my tiny infant Freya.
"I never loved Troy, not ever anyway," hissed the darling tot, tossing her Troy toy into the back of the toy box.
"I don't mind a bit if I must go to the special show," pleaded burly Max. "I don't want to be left alone at home. I shall simply tell the other boys at school that you made me go, that my sister wanted to go, and so I had to go too."
"But my baby man," I explained, "your perfect sister doesn't want to go, please do not concern yourself so," I reassured.
"But the boys at school would understand," begged Max, "because my little sister wants to go"... big wet tears filling his eyes.
Tonight I bought the tickets on the Internet - well sweet Freya asked me what she could buy with "the big silver coin with the corners on it," that her brother had given to her from his money box - in exchange for saying that she needed to go to the show...
My darling boy was sleeping soundly in his top bunk tonight with Freya's High School Musical dolls lined up on the pillow beside him. He really is the most perfect and most cuddly and cute of boys. I love that little man so very much indeed.
How ever will I survive when he grows up?
11 comments:
You know DM, that thought crosses my mind about my own 2 all the time...
Darling PM,
Aren't they complete angels? (sniff...)
I've told Mackenzie that he'll still be my baby when he's six foot two (all the Mitchell men are tall) with bubbas of his own. He's quite happy with that at the moment but turning four is on the horizon and he'll "be a big huge boy that won't cry anymore mummy" all too soon.......
Fantastic, learning to Bribe at such a tender age.
I'd be useless with boys, far too soppy. I'm forever hugging and kissing my beautiful little girls. We can't stand them going to school let alone thinking about when thet'll leave home. Darling Husband is already thinking about converting old barns into houses "just in case".
Should I be offended that my own mum converted my room as soon as I went to boarding school at 11?
Cheers
Thinking back on my own youth - I'm wondering about the toys I had. I remember going to a Xmas party and being given a dump truck. They thought my name was a boy's name. I was heartbroken.
Darling Nunhead Mum of One,
Our little men are complete darlings (...sigh).
Perfect Frog,
No partner will ever be good enough for our progeny (sniff).
Poor darling Maddy,
You were abused! I may not send my darlings to boarding school at all - ever, even though Max could actually be looking at Winchester next September...
Darling Aims,
You poor baby! How very dare they.
i'm baffled by the notion that boys are unthinking, unfeeling pigs...my boy is such a sweet softy. Boys are ace!
pigx
Lovely Pig,
I agree. Boys are always on their mothers' knees.
I am so out of your time zone, dm. I am now reseaching High School Musical to see what I might be missing......
We all survive when they grow up but things will never be the same, I fear.
Darling Debio,
HSM has been all the rage here, indeed I know all the songs - but I don't believe that you are missing much. It is simply a tamer version of Grease!
I love these tiny poppets and never want them to grow up (sigh).
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