“High-five young man, you just recited one boring poem! It could have been so much better. I love you little buddy.”
My five year old failed on stage, in a major school-wide event. He was selected, on behalf of his class, to deliver a poem to a darkened theatre full of hundreds of parents, teachers, and students. He was the youngest among maybe 20 ranging in age from 5 to 16 or so. He failed to execute “The Plan”.
What Was The Plan?
The plan was to deliver a show. He and a girlfriend “won” the in-class try-outs for the main event, selected because most of the 5 year old girls and boys couldn’t remember their poem, or had their hands in their pants while speaking, or cried, or panicked, or otherwise couldn't handle the pressure of standing on a stage alone to do the job.