Monkey in the Middle is a concert God.
At least, in our family, he is.
Last night, he had his Winter Concert at school.
Due to lack of seating, we were relegated to the balcony, where I knew he’d never find us.
I wasn’t sure how that would go.
Would he look out and not find us and keep singing, or would he look out, not find us and freak out?
That boy looked for us the entire time he sang.
He never found us.
He continued to sing his little heart out.
He even smiled several times.
Unheard of.
He was awesome.
He was handsome.
We were so very proud of him.
I have no pictures because none came out from that distance.
But, trust me.
A concert God.
