Yesterday was interesting. I’m not sure how to classify it. It was just interesting. We studied music with Brett Favre’s mistress and also leaned how to dance like Adam Sandler from Eight Crazy Nights.
Close you’re eyes for a second… Ok so now I’m going to give you something to picture… Early winter morning, ten families sitting in a carpeted room awaiting the music teacher to arrive. OK, did you picture a nice calm room of quiet families and an old gray haired teacher standing in front of a handful if shy little toddlers? Good… Because you wrong!
In strolls the Long Island Lolita (who upon noticing my GB Packers hoodie, says she slept with Brett Favre back in the day) and dumps every instrument you can imagine on the ground. And And of course we chose to sit next to
little Bono and a young Joan Jett. 
Kids are banging on drums, smacking their parents with tambourines, shaking maracas… It was like watching School of Rock.
Things settled down after we played a cute singing game with the scarves you learned how to juggle with in 3rd grade. We ended with a singing a few Christmas carols and Jax learning the Hava Nagila, and when it all was said and done… We signed up for nine more classes… and I’m actually looking forward to next week!
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