Little Elvis, meet Big Elvis
I have another super cute picture of my big Little Elvis, but for some reason it won't upload.
Last Sunday, our family was supposed to read during a Sunday night service at church. I asked the secretary if it would be alright if Little Elvis read it for us. She said that was fine. The Children's Minister said it was too long for him. She obviously doesn't know our son, and his desire to perform for crowds, and not share the spotlight. (His blog nickname is very fitting.)
We had the longest part. It was several paragraphs with words like Lebanon, righteousness, ascension, etc. We practiced at home. Whenever he got tired of reading, I would offer to finish, and he would immediately start reading.
As we got ready for our big speaking part that night, he informed me that the screen did not need to say "The Presley Family," it should just say Little Elvis, because he was doing the reading.
We got up there, and he started reading. He stood on a little step stool, and read. He did an excellent job. He read with inflection. He enunciated. He got applause when he was finished. I can guarantee you that Bob and I wouldn't have gotten any applause.
After the service, lots of people came up to tell him (and us) how smart he was. They all asked his age and couldn't believe he was just 6. He told them his teacher taught him to read so well. He was so proud. I was a little worried that it would seem that we were showing off, but there was no way Little Elvis was going to share the spotlight.
He is our rock star.