Demanding Equal Time

I have four offspring. And although they don't come right out and say it, there's still a fair amount of sibling-rivalry-mom-always-liked-you-best moments.

So, my son, Jonathan was complaining. Not too loudly, but still...

The last few months have been all about Lucy and Russian Jews and Fiddling on the Roof.

"Mom," he protested, "you wrote about me in just one number of my production and you showed me dancing in a red, sparkly dress. I think I deserve at least a blog post where I'm looking more like a manly-man." (Yes, he did use the term "manly-man," but that's not important right now.)

I can't argue with that logic.

So let me present Jonathan dressed to the nines, along with his friend, Andrew, in their show-stopping number: Puttin' on the Ritz from Young Frankenstein (The Musical, of course). Jon plays....the Monster. Not at all surprising, right? 

For me, Jon is always such a delight to watch on stage. He gives himself so completely to his character. He becomes The Monster. (Reminds me a lot of the Terrible Twos. =D)

Enjoy.

(Sorry, Jon! You know you're my favorite. Shh! I tell them all the same thing, but that's not important right now. =D)