Well, it’s been a month. Crazy in my neck of the woods; I now have an almost complete, new kitchen, so that’s pretty exciting.

I also, though, have no groceries in my fridge, and my hair is getting to be 95% split ends, and I don’t have a firm date from the facility for my upcoming recital, and my elbow hurts.

Whine.

However, today is Friday. And I remembered the funniest thing ever (it was even funny at the time, although I couldn’t believe it was happening, and I wanted to kill the kid who did it), so I thought I would make a nice, funny, Friday post. I may have posted about it before, but since I had forgotten about it, I bet everyone who reads this will have forgotten, too. Here goes.

I used to conduct musicals every summer for this organization that runs a sort of educational music day camp for kids. One year, I had these two new boys that had never come to the camp before, and the older boy had a good voice and seemed pretty comfortable on the stage, so the directors of the camp decided to give him a big leading role in the show. I wasn’t sure about it, because stage fright is nasty, and you never know who’s going to be paralyzed by it until you see them in front of an audience. Not my call, though, so we went with it.

All through rehearsals, he did really well, and was a nice boy who learned his lines and got along with the other kids, so we thought we were good.

We got to opening night, and everything was gong fine. Intermission got there, and I went backstage and checked, and everything was okay. Good? Good. Started the second act of the show, and the boy and three other kids were onstage and just starting a little quartet.

All of a sudden, the kid stops and just walks offstage. Just leaves. The other three kids go ahead and do the quartet without him and fill in his lines and everything. They were super awesome. So we finish the show and the boy never comes back and I go backstage thinking that maybe he just got scared or hurt himself or something. Nope.

He’s sitting on the couch backstage, talking to some other kids.

I go over and ask him what happened.

“I had to poop.” he says.

Seriously. That’s what he had to walk off the stage and go do. He had to poop. Apparently, his mom had told him once not to hold his poop, and he took it very seriously.

So, yeah. That happened. Thought I’d share, since it’s Friday and I also haven’t written about poop in ages. I may be off on some of the details, since it’s been ages, but he totally walked off the stage in the middle of an act to poop.

Ha ha ha I love kids. They’re the best.