June 15, 2010

Bones Kelly

Today Mr. T and I dropped Bones off at his Drama Camp. T had never been for drop off, so he'd never really seen any of the kids who attend.

Standing out front was a young boy, probably 5th grade, wearing a pair of Crocs. One was purple... the other yellow.

Bones leaped out of the car with his music video wardrobe, yelled, "See Ya, Mom!" and was gone. Meanwhile, Mr. T looked back at me slowly and said, "Did you see that kid wearing the Crocs... each one was a different color?"

As I pulled away I said, "Yup. Welcome to Drama Camp. You would be amazed at what you see in there, what the kids wear."

Mr. T said, "Mom, I couldn't deal with Bones if he dressed like that. I mean, I hate Crocs. I hate them. And then... different colors? It's bad enough that he DANCES everywhere he goes, I tolerate that as it is, but with him wearing CROCS? DIFFERENT COLORS?! AND dancing? No."

Bones dances everywhere. Everywhere. It's like living with a little Gene Kelly or Fred Astair...but not so talented.

When we were away this weekend, I found Bones ahead of us as we walked around the atrium, dancing, hitting the small wall on the edge of the sidewalk, bouncing off kicking his heels. It was a mini Singing In The Rain.

I wish I was joking, alas I'm not.

We're not hearing the music he hears. But he's hearing it loud and clear.

And his logic... we laugh.

With Bones always dancing ahead of us, we've come to realize we could get separated. Usually I'm all over him about 'stay with THIS family' or as he wanders to another group of people, yelling after him, "Bones! THAT is NOT your Family!" I typically have a 'meet place' should he end up not with us. But in this big round atrium, I figured we'd find each other eventually.

Bones was not so sure. A couple hours into our visit, he looked at me and said,"Mom, we need a plan. Where are we going to meet if we get separated?" which translates to "Where do we meet if I dance too far ahead, turn around, and you're not there?"

And the following conversation occurred between Mr. T and Bones.

Mr. T: I think we should meet at Haagen Daaz.

Bones: That's a terrible idea! Why would we want to meet in a dark, cold ice cream store?

Mr. T: What? Are you kidding! You'd be surrounded by ice cream! It's a HAPPY place to meet!

Bones: Yeah, but you have no money, so you can't buy ice cream, so it makes it sad. And lonely.

Me: Fine. Meet in the lobby of the hotel...

Which... we actually nearly had to do.

He was too busy dancing to music we don't hear...

Posted by Boudicca at June 15, 2010 11:28 AM

They have a television show that absolutely personifies where Bones is going to be in a couple of years, and it's called "Glee". All singing, all dancing, totally hot. That'll be Bones.

Posted by: Omnibus Driver at June 15, 2010 10:06 PM

I need to look up this show. I can't imagine there're more people who live in the world of blue skies and cotton candy clouds.... We just need to make sure hey never RUN anything important...like our military!

Posted by: Bou at June 15, 2010 10:45 PM

We just need to make sure hey never RUN anything important...like our military!

I don't know, Bou :)

It would at least give us the element of surprise.

Posted by: PeggyU at June 16, 2010 12:03 AM

Drama Camp. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm living that reality right now.

In life, there's the dancers and the critics. I hope Bones remains as one of the dancers.

Posted by: Jerry in Indiana at June 16, 2010 07:48 AM

May Bones always live in a world where he is free to dance to his own music - and may he always have the joy that must come from living in a world of cotton candy clouds.

Posted by: patti at June 16, 2010 04:33 PM