Last night Miss C’s first grade class, as well as two others, put on a music program during the evening PTO program in a ploy otherwise known as, “Guaranteed Attendance.” Hey, it worked. More power to the PTO!
The program was wonderful and the hubby videotaped it the best he could with a squirmy Miss A vying for his lap the entire time. Miss C’s music teacher did an excellent job of directing the kids.
About two weeks ago Miss C asked me if I knew Kumbaya and when I started singing it her eyes grew wide. “You KNOW Kumbaya mommy?” She was clearly impressed that I knew such an exotic song. Only a first grader would find their mother singing Kumbaya remotely cool.
Miss C has been telling me for days that she was playing the drums (which turned out to be a small bongo drum) during Kumbaya and I thought it would be fun to look up the song on YouTube last weekend. I found everything else, typical of YouTube, but I couldn’t find the version she was looking for. She then proceeded to sing Kumbaya at the top of her lungs over and over and over.
She has more songs to practice for next week’s end of the school program, which does not include Kumbaya. Not that I’m thankful or anything.