At a certain point, we are required to throw up our hands to the winds. Or maybe the gods of parenting. Or someting We just accept that we've hit that place. We have done our best and at this point, our job is to observe.
But I want to focus more on their song choices and the reason this year was a touching season beyond my personal bias. Barely. The day our marching band performed at the local fair, I was able to visit the fair before the performance. We had a decadent lunch of fried food with a table of folks from a local retirement village. I told them during lunch that our HS band would be performing soon, that was why we were there.