Once a goody-two-shoes ...

I caught myself trying to be teacher's pet in class today. That would be the toddler music class the boy and I go to every Thursday. Most of the class is spent with everyone sitting or standing in a circle, singing, swaying, dancing, moving arms, acting like animals. Most of the boy's time is spent walking or running along the perimeter of the room, or leaning against a wall or door. This includes story time, where the kids are supposed to sit on a blanket and watch and listen to the teacher read a book. You can guess how that goes.

Standing when he should be sitting. What else is new?

I try not to stress out about his not paying attention or doing the thing everyone's doing. They say kids are paying attention and absorbing information, even if they're not doing the thing at the time. And he's generally not disruptive, nor is he the only one wandering the room.

Anyway, I guess today I was stressing a little about his blatant lack of attention to the story. I was sitting near the teacher (along with the other parents and one or two of the kids) and following along while Mr. Explorer roamed about. During the story, I made a comment about the crabs who were dancing the tango: One of them had a rose in its mouth, har har. The teacher responded, "I'm glad someone's paying attention," in a jokey way. I responded, "Well, I figure someone should be representing the family here."

With a bit of dismay, I realized I was reverting to good-student Angie, who couldn't bear it when fellow students would act up in class, and who would try to make up for it by being extra studious.

TV TONIGHT

Finished last night's "Key & Peele" and watched my favorite show, "Parks and Recreation." Also caught up on last night's "The Daily Show."