It was Lucia here on Monday. A big day. Ulrika went to watch Zoe and her nursery pals singing out in the snow: very picturesque. I drew the short straw and went to watch Kai's class at school.
Kai just hates singing in a choir: he wants to be the lead singer. If you can imagine Johny Rotten or Mick Jagger performing with the Westminster Abbey Boys Choir, you get some idea what it's like.
I was nervous!!What would he do this time? Break into an improvised rap? Moon at the parents? Climb up on the amps?
This time I was lucky. He behaved himself for once. he marched in his Santa outfit and then sat moodily on the floor. Some artists sing into their beards. He took his off and gazed at it meaningfully for 10 minutes, rather like a popstar who has been roped into some kind of naff event.
His message was clear. This frivolity is not for me. I am an artiste.I am suffering for my art.
Seven years old and he's already giving Mozza a run for his money!
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