One of the highlights of my motherhood was when our family performed in the ward talent show. It must have been in 2013 or 2014. Our kids were very little, and so we shose to sing a song as a family. We chose a very simple primary song that everybody knew, called "The Ox Cart." We'd celebrated Pioneer Day not too long beofre, and our kids had learned the song in primary, the words were very very simple, and the melody even simpler. Cigi plaed the guitar and we practiced at home in our living room. Everybody sang, even little Leland. Except for Gavin. He didn't want to rehearse or sig the song in the living room at all. We gave everyone a pair of sunglasses to wear. The song is very slow and drull, in a minor key, and it's meant to drag a little, being a song about the slow ox cart being pulled along as the pioneer crossed the plains. So we sang the song that way. And then we sped up the tempo, Cigi strummed faster and with more empahasis the second time, in a rock beat, and we half-rapped-half-shouted the verse the second tie around. With the sunglasses on, of course.
The night of the talent show arrived, and we were ready. Gavin would go onstage with us, even if he didn't want to sing.
We took our places, Gavin sitting right next to me in the very center of the family and the stage. I help the microphne out and away from me so that it would pick up all our voices. The guiatr started in nice and slow and we got throught the first verse. Just as the tempo and beat kicked up, we put on our sunglasses, and we were ready for the second time around. Right before we opened our mouths to sing, Gavin grabbed the microphone , yanking my hand away from the middle of the group, and put his mouth directly on the microphone. And sang, "Here comes the ox cart oh-how-slow! It's pulled by and ox-of-course-you-know!" He stole the show.
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