my kids just crowded around the computer to watch Sy's performance. Then O asked, "why are all those kids screamin?" Not Sy, I'm sure she didn't mean Sy. He was on key the whole time, I just know it! So cute, thanks for sharing.
He totally rocked that performance, he was right on with the hand motions, while the other kids were a step behind... it must from all the practice singing and preaching.
seriously. you must think Sy was the best one, right? I mean NONE of the other kids his age could do the arm motions. None of them. he's got mad rhythm.
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"Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth." -Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Customs House
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my kids just crowded around the computer to watch Sy's performance. Then O asked, "why are all those kids screamin?" Not Sy, I'm sure she didn't mean Sy. He was on key the whole time, I just know it!
So cute, thanks for sharing.
He totally rocked that performance, he was right on with the hand motions, while the other kids were a step behind... it must from all the practice singing and preaching.
seriously. you must think Sy was the best one, right? I mean NONE of the other kids his age could do the arm motions. None of them. he's got mad rhythm.
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