The Templeton PAC was filled to the rafters; a standing-room only crowd of proud parents and grandparents, with a sprinkling of bored siblings and over-excited under-five-year-olds. The new band geeks were given enthusiastic cheers and applause, with lots of hooting and catcalls from the Concert Band kids. Claire and Aeron were reasonably well behaved, as Gra-Maw and I were muttering threats into their ears the whole time. "If you don't settle down, I take you home right now!"
Well, except for the part where Aeron mooned the audience.
Oh, yes she did!
It was during intermission. People were chatting, kids were rampaging. I was talking with Andrew's mom and I look around and I see Aeron's bare backside.
"What on earth are you doing?!?" Luckily, it was very noisy, so no one really heard my shriek of horror.
No answer, just giggles.
I grabbed the kid, pulled her pants up and proceeded to give her a stern talking-to. She was immediately contrite.
Never a dull moment, huh?