JR's end of the year choir party was this week.
I didn't tell him I was a chaperon until the day of.
(I'm very uncool.)
He did make me promise I wouldn't get up all in his business.
(I could so care less about his 6th grade choir "business".)
They ate pizza and had a few awards.
JR was voted "best singer" by his 3rd period class.
(He was on a field trip the day they voted so he didn't even get to vote for himself!)
Then our neighbor, Mary, and our across the street neighbor, Peyton, were awarded best 6th grade choir student and best overall choir student by the teacher.
We're thinking we might need to rename our street "Broadway".