A couple of nights ago we attended a classical community concert with both kids, featuring a French horn quartet and some extremely talented soprano opera soloists. I know, we are borderline insane, but the whole thing did not turn out too badly. We kept Little-C occupied with crayons, bits of garbage, a plastic tiger and surprisingly at times the actual music. Big-O mostly wiggled and spit, but not ON anyone. During one particularly “resounding” (substitute “shrill” if you’re not an opera fan) run by the soprano, Little-C jumped so violently I thought she was going into a convulsion. These runs continued at irregular intervals, each time catching Little-C by surprise, causing her to shake and open her eyes bigger than I’d ever seen them. Finally at the highest and most alarming crescendo, Little-C jumped up and said in a loud whisper, “Mommy, can I PLEASE go pee in the potty – RIGHT NOW?” This is the first time in months SHE has actually asked ME if she could go. Maybe we should play more opera at home, accompanied by the gentle sound of running water.