My "Oliver"

Oh, my sweet, sweet little Dancing Boy~

He was so excited to try out, and then make it into his school play.

Not only did he get asked to participate, but

he ended up being one of the main characters.

An orphan who was angry and bitter,

but changes by the end of the play.

He was "Oliver".

At one point,

in his "anger", he even 'bites' some one's hand:

 He stayed in character the entire play:

slouched shoulders,

angry eyebrows,

folded and crossed arms,

refusing to sing along with the other orphans~

He even kicked,

screamed,

refused to share a ball,

and threw things around the stage in his "anger".

He was a natural.

So natural,

that my first grade class,

when able to see a few of the scenes at a special assembly,

were horrified by my son's 'behavior'.

"Mrs. Ruby Red Slippers,

Does he really act like that at home?!?",

they asked.

"No way!" I replied.

"He is the sweetest,

kindest boy ever, I promise..."

...Because he really is.

He just is passionate about acting~ 

and seems to be pretty good at it!

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(...who was so excited and proud to see her son do

 something that he really, really loves!)