I was wrong.

Don't be alarmed! It happens sometimes.

Mitchell's daycare had a Holiday ditty last month for all of the parents. Each age group had their own show planned and practiced. Mitchell is in the toddler group. There are about eight or nine toddlers. The plan was to march them down through the aisle - past all the parents, mind you - and keep these toddler's in one place and, as a single adorable little troupe, sing two songs complete with props and hand gestures. Every bullet point to this presentation posed the possibility of the entire thing crashing and burning; A spectacle that myths are made of.

Mitchell was Mr. Crabbypants the night of the show. Actually, he was being a b*#$%y little prima donna - forgive me, but it's true. From getting him dressed to trying to get him into the car seat he fought us every step of the way. I was frazzled, Sarah was frazzled. And to the added pressure Gramma and Grampa and Mitchell's aunties were driving across town to come witness this sure-to-be Epic Failure.

The following empirical evidence proves otherwise. Thanks to Grandpa J for the stellar cinematography and interwebs know how.