Little Brother is 9, which means that he is still given to cute mispronunciations–only now they’re of the polysyllabic variety. (I’m really going to miss that when he grows up.)
He took me to breakfast this morning at Chick-Fil-A, just he and I, and one of the workers had been a cast member of The Wizard of Oz with him. Naturally, the whole way home, we sang songs from the play. I think we sang our way through the whole “Munchkinland” scene.
And he’s not just an actor–he’s a future director. As we finished “We’re Off to See the Wizard,” he informed me that this is the part where everyone exits the stage. “When we’re walking off the stage, we descendo the music,” I was told.