My little French man was angry today. I’m so not the Mom who has the well behaved child and does everything beautifully and effortlessly. I always have the one kid who has the tantrum at the party. That’s me, I’m that Mom.
I don’t know why he would be so pissy when his country has such excellent food. I mean, really. This morning was his preschool’s Multicultural Celebration and the adorables all were dressed in cutie patootie International costumes.
Bex has been practicing the program’s songs in languages from different countries and some Thai words all week with his class, he’s been having a ball doing it. Until…oh no. You may want to close your eyes for this part…
Uh oh. Look how joyful and happy all of the other children look…and…yeah. He was fine until all of the parents showed up with their cameras and he had to walk through the small auditorium and get on stage in front of everybody.
Oui Oui Monsieur, major toddler performance anxiety. Fear of public speaking, come on people, it’s like in the top five of number one fears! I’d have snot rolling down my face, too.
Meltdown! Poor little pookie. He’s a member of the French Resistance.
Maybe it’s genetic, fear of public speaking/singing I mean. Otherwise known as stage fright. I probably gave it to him. It’s all my fault. Then again, he’s only three, he may be over it in a month or by school next year. He’ll probably be a rock star and we’ll forget all about this.
Let’s comfort eat and carb load. Baguette, anyone?
Teacher Pam did a valiant job trying to console my mad monkey, she took his (hated) baguette and gave him a favorite dinosaur to hold. My husband and I cooed, smiled, cajoled and soothed from the wings nearby, but wee Monsieur was not having it. He surrendered.
I didn’t want to be rude and ruin all the other parent’s videos and photos by having a Mom sit her butt right on the stage with the children, but finally I just sat and held his hand and then put him in my lap near the end. Sigh.
Don’t worry about Mini Monsieur, he’s fine, he was over it and had fun playing afterwards with his mates. And we had a giggle getting him to say “Haah Haah huh!’ in that totally silly cartoon French way because we are nerds.
And Nick got him to hold up both of his little arms in the air and shout “I surrender!”
I’m sorry, France. Desole. We clearly have issues to work through in our family. Baguette?
Grand bisou! (I think this means Big kiss),