Bug's Concert

Doodle-Bug's second grade concert was this week, so we had a little photo shoot in the front yard before we left. Even though I know that she's eight, she'll always be my youngest and therefore the baby of the family. So it came as a total shock to me when I uploaded the photos into the computer and saw this:

I can't get over how grown-up and self-possessed she looks in these photos. There were also a bunch of shots of her slapping away mosquitoes and making annoyed faces where she looked like the little girl she is. But these shots here slayed me.

Until I got to this one. Well, it just wouldn't be a photo shoot of Bug without a few of these, would it?

The concert was cute and blessedly short (because the chorus teacher makes them sing the LAMEST made-up songs I've ever heard. Even the kids hate them). Bug had to say one line into the microphone and spoke up nicely. The best part, though, was how irked she kept getting with the little boy standing next to her on the risers. He was swaying back and forth erratically to the music, bumping into her, turning to talk to her while other kids were saying their lines, pretty much your average goof-off eight-year-old boy who didn't want to be there. A couple of times I saw her turn and say something to him, with a set expression and clenched jaw. Later, she seemed to be speaking to him rather sharply, especially when he over-swayed and grabbed her for support. I was torn between being amused, sympathetic (I always wound up standing by some loser), and wondering what on earth his parents were making of this little girl crabbing at their kid.