Talent's In The Jeans.

(A little wordplay in the title - hope you don't mind.)

The Boy had his first Christmas pageant the other day.

His preschool has been teaching the kids two songs for about the last month. Yesterday was the the day that they got to show off their stuff. I wasn't able to go because I had to work, but I did get to see the Videotape. (Normally the only video I see is porn-related, so seeing a Christmas pageant was a new experience for me.)

The Boy is a total ham.

I'm watching this on T.V. while The Boy is sitting on my lap. The tape starts up and shows the children lined up getting ready to sing. The music starts, the kids are singing, and I notice that The Boy's mouth isn't moving in time to the song. (He looked like bad Japanese Dubbing - I was almost expecting subtitles.) He wasn't even singing. Oh, he was going through the motions, and if he had been in sync it would have looked like he was leading the troupe. I turned to him and asked if he was singing in the video. He looks at me and says "Not this song, Daddy." He goes on to sing the next one wonderfully. When I asked he said he didn't really like the song, but he liked being up there on the stage, so he faked it.

My Son - The Milli-Vanilli of preschool.

I'm not sure if I should be outraged or not.

Seeing him up there was excellent. He does actually have a lot of talent in that area.
He can remember some lyrics to songs almost instantly. (Even the crappy stuff other people expose him to.) He doesn't know it, but he's getting a guitar for Christmas. He'll use it's power to score chicks, I just know it.

And thus the seed of my lions starts to bloom.

Later.