If you know us at all (and some of you may!) then you will know that we’re a family of performers. I veer towards the dramatic, usually in the form of an exaggerated, well rehearsed retelling of an event that happened several years ago. My Other Half is a guitarist, took expressive dance as a GCSE and will generally do anything to ensure he is the centre of attention!
So it’s no surprise really then that Meg loves playing the clown and making sure all eyes are on her. It used to be just a case of her doing silly stunts; throwing herself on the floor, pulling funny faces etc but now we have moved onto a whole new playing field: The Performances.
Since we went to see Sofia, she has taken to singing out parts of her day and what she is getting up to or holding onto door frames and serenading us all with her latest escapades.
There was a great moment last week when she appeared dressed in a tutu and announced “I’m going to dance my WHOLE life” and then proceeded to do some movements which can only be described as body flailing.
About two minutes in she stopped, looked thoughtful and then said “well, maybe just a few years.” and flounced out.
|Is this our future?!?|
Somehow I don’t think we’ve seen the last of The Performances by Meg!!