M and his friend performed a duet for our school's Staff Family Fun day talent show. They were wonderful. Whim accompanied them and made sure that any little hiccups of rhythm were easily smoothed over, they sang confidently, and it was just precious.
The rest the J family, namely, poor L and his sorry, sorry mom, weren't so lucky. The short version is that I completely, utterly, and irreparably messed up his Rubik's cube act. The long version is much, much cringier and more mortifying, involving almost ten minutes of extremely awkward slow clapping, but it revolves around the same major plot point.
The good part is that, somehow, L is blessedly unfazed by the fact that it took us three times longer than it was supposed to, and that one of us ultimately walked off stage with an unfinished cube.
He's good. He was completely proud of himself, and not in a "well, we tried our best" kind of way. From his perspective, it was awesome. He did it! I was not so lucky, and went through a range of humiliation stages that could rival the stages of grief. But in the end, I'm ok. It didn't go as we planned. It was not cool or impressive. But for L, it was fun, and that's why we signed up.