...is that I didn't get to revel in my return to the musical stage Wednesday night at the International Dinner at Holmes Elementary School.
Celeste, our daughter, had signed up to bring something representing her mother's French heritage, ratatouille, and sing a song Frere Jacques.
Well, Celeste, Mom, and I (big sis was off at a play rehearsal) go onstage (not just in cafeteria, like we all assumed), and sing Frere Jacques, first in the original then the English version. We were a smaller version of the von Trapps.
We acquitted ourselves well, I think.
Anyone have a video?