Orchestra Recital

Last night was one of those evenings. Kelsey had a recital at her school and Will took this opportunity to push my buttons and be impossible. Of course he didn't want to put on shoes, or his jacket, or go at all. We couldn't find the Nintendo DS, which I distinctly remembered returning to its case only yesterday. Will, as I was pulling his sweatshirt over his head, (he had lost his zip-up hoodie on the playground earlier) chose this moment to ask if we could go to Target to get his "reward". I owe him a small reward for remaining in control and not being sent to the "safe spot" at school for a whole month. I explained to him that the reward was not at the top of my priority list, that we were running late for Kelsey's recital and I was focused on getting there on time. I threw a book in my bag for him, filled up my water bottle, and off we went. Will was happily occupied with the Kids Almanac through the PTA meeting, through the 7th grade orchestra playing two pieces and the 8th grade orchestra's first piece-then it started to get shaky. Voice volume began rising as he said, "This book isn't really anything for me right now, you got anything else interesting in there?" I came up with the pages in my planner marked "Notes for my Novel" and a pen. I told him, as the second song began, to draw me a picture of what the song made him think of. The orchestra played and after the song was over he showed me his picture of a person in a box with notes around their head and I asked what it was and he said, "Elevator Music! It makes me think of riding in an elevator."