Only Child

Freestone posted this on the fridge in response to being completely overworked and bossed around by his parents.  I promptly got out a red pen and gave Freestone a grammar and punctuation lesson.  Later, Scott lectured him on contracts, and how this was not anywhere near legally binding.  For one thing, a contract is an agreement between two parties, not a fridge-front declaration.  Nice try, though, Freestone!  

As a reward for all the times Freestone has put the cat out, Scott and I took him to the ballet, tickets compliments of Julie Call.  (Thank you so much!)  It was a program of 3 works that were advertised as edgy, so we didn't know how Freestone would respond.  I was slightly annoyed when the concert wasn't edgy, just because I think it was a publicity stunt.  I mean, Rite of Spring was inflammatory a hundred years ago.  The one piece they did as an example of something that could shock audiences today, I just didn't think was very good.  Rite of Spring, on the other hand, was flat-out incredible.  It's the best version I've ever seen.  At the end, the sacrificial virgins (a girl AND a boy, for a change), had a big, gold pan of water poured on their heads from the ceiling.  Freestone loved it, as did Scott and me.

When a guy took our picture in the lobby, he remarked, "You have a beautiful family."  We just said thanks.  No reason to alarm a complete stranger by telling him that we have six other kids, but we're not sure if they got picked up from ballet/made it home from Abe's/are still at play practice/etc.  After the ballet, we continued to pretend we only had one child, and took him to the new Hawaiian place in Kaysville.  Freestone would gladly be an only child, but then he'd have to take the cat out much more often.