I have a rather thorough knowledge of musical theatre - particular shows that pre-date 2005. I can sing probably 80 percent of the words to scores of musicals. I am likely responsible for my sister's hatred of musical theatre. After all, it's hard to learn all those words without listening to and then singing them over, and over, and over...
Most of the time, this knowledge is useless. But every now and then, a particular nugget shines through. Just for the record, earlier this year Connor posed the innocent question "How many minutes are in a year" and without missing a beat I belted out "five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear" from Rent, one of a very select group of musical of which Ed approves. Connor was totally impressed. Occasionally, when we have a few extra minutes before school, I turn up the stereo and play the song and we have an impromptu dance party.
But I'm so busy dancing, I've not a single photo to share!