Once a month Crystal Stine hosts a link up called ‘Behind the Scenes.’ The concept is simple, post a picture and tell the audience (Hi Mom!) what was going on behind the scenes in that picture. I’ve participated in it before.
Let’s take a look at this one, shall we.
Oh, what a beautiful shot. The young lady sits in the tree as the sunset fades to darkness in the background. Such a peaceful scene. The perfect amount of light amidst the tree branches. Yes, so peaceful.
Er…imagine the sound of breaks screeching…
No, no it was not peaceful. It was not peaceful AT ALL.
A few Sundays ago I got the bright idea to take the kids to a production of The Tortoise and the Hare at the local children’s theatre – Fantasy Playhouse. To further enhance this idea I decided to invite the in-laws too. So…no pressure on the kids behaving, right?
Stella is four. And she’s a squirrelly four. That’s right, I said squirrelly. I mean, if you’re thinking a demure little princess that ain’t her.
She lasted approximately ten minutes in the theatre. Ten minutes of ‘what kind of animal is he? Why is she wearing that? When can I get my popcorn? What color is the sky?’ type questions.
I told her over and over again ‘Shhhh! This is a play! You have to be quiet!‘
Of course, that’s what I was saying. What I was thinking though was ‘You are embarrassing me in front of my mother in law!’
Hello Pride, nice to meet you.
Finally, I abandoned ship and said ‘let’s go, now!’
We walked out of the theatre and within seconds she had kicked off her fancy shoes and climbed the nearest tree. She yelled ‘I’m not looking at you because you are mad at me!’
Yep, that’s her not looking at me.
Within seconds she was telling me ‘can I get a stick and you throw it to me so I can pretend to be a dog?’
Feral children, people. That’s what we’re raising.
So, one day, someone may see this picture in our album and thing ‘Wow, That’s quite an image!’ and they’d be right.
They’d be right not because of the light composition but because of the beautiful hot mess that is being four.