The fourth member of our family (hubs) came down with a stomach bug last night. The only two remaining are Henry and I.

Thank the Lord. You know why? Because Henry has been at Theater Camp every morning this week and my visions of him puking all over the stage were (thankfully, OHMYGOD) only in my head and never became reality.

For three hours every day this week, I dropped him off at the high school and left him in the hands of his counselor, Avery (every kid had a high school counselor).

Friday morning, we all gathered (except for T and Ervin, because T was sick and Ervin’s a little terrorist) to watch the performance.

I had gotten a sneak peek of their final dance on Wednesday, but it was without music. I died, it was so cute.

Henry didn’t have any lines (there’s always next year), but he did play the Man on the Moon next to his little girlfriend from school (whom he had PROPOSED to earlier this year), who played the Woman on the Moon.

It was adorable. It was a week’s worth of learning to focus, listen, and move on stage.

I’m proud of my little Drama Dude.

Oh, and then before bed, I asked him to do the dance one more time. He did. Then I went to get my phone to record it (I didn’t want to share a video of all the campers), asked him to put shorts on (I didn’t want to share a video of him in his underwear), and this is what he gave me:

(I’m sorry it’s sideways. I’m a goober.)