Camptown Races

I was hoping I would be at the Tattered Cover in Denver tonight, meeting The Bloggess and possibly even Beyonce, the giant metal chicken.

Instead, I got to go sit in a cramped auditorium with a ridiculous amount of other parents with cameras in order to not actually see my kid sing “Yankee Doodle” because the kid in front was in the way.

Ah, parenting.