Well, I marched up there.
We're usually pretty laid back about bedtime. The kids lay in their beds telling stories, reading books, talking and we really don't care, but on this particular night, it was just crazy! When things are that crazy, every one's to blame, but this time the culprit totally gave himself away with his loud, loud, so insanely loud and distinct voice.
I pushed open the door, planted my hands on my hips, and a very stern, "SETTLE DOWN!" was on the tip of my tongue.
But as my mouth flew open all that came out was air. The room was quiet.
One child lay in her bed, covered up, eyes wide open looking at me and then at her sibling... the loud one (the one who was most definitely repeatedly body slamming Mickey Mouse into his race car bed not five seconds ago)... She looked at me again. Then him. Then me. Then him.
Her brother was snuggled up, under his Cars blanket, head on his pillow, eyelids closed just right. A pleasant look was upon his face.
I couldn't help but be impressed.
It looked good! The covers, the eyes, the facial expression.
That boy didn't move a muscle! He didn't even turn up a corner of his lip!
I let him know I knew he was awake. I went on with a few words about settling down, being quiet, etc. all the while this young actor was filling the role of Sound Asleep Boy #2 perfectly.
Now that's acting, folks! Acting!... Right here! Llive! In my own home! We're all just witnesses to this timeless art and there I am walking out on it.
I didn't hear another peep.
I don't know what got into him that night, but it was truly an inspirational performance. I love the theatre. I love improvisation. I love a good acting job. Especially one I don't have to get dressed up for!
