take me out to the ball game

Welcome to October!

Juma-at-home is quite energetic, funny, silly, talkative, articulate, etc. Juma-at-school is quiet, shy, and reserved. His teachers tell me he whispers whenever he has to talk to them. (For roll call, he whispers "Here," and if they ask him something during circle time, he whispers his answer.)

So it was quite the suprise to his teachers when Juma, encouraged by one of his classmates, busted out the entire song "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" at the top of his lungs. He sang every word, and held up one-two-three fingers at the "One, two, three strikes you're out" line. He just stopped short of yelling "Play Ball!" at the end.

Sounds like Juma has his version of my three-year-old sing along "La! La! LAAAAA!" that suprised the missionaries so much. (For those of you who have never heard that story: When I was about a toddler, my mom was giving some missionaries a ride. I was a terribly shy kid, and would not open my mouth to let even a single syllable out no matter the young men's pleadings and teasings. They eventually gave up. But my favorite moment in a tape of sing along songs came on, and when the singer instructed, "Sing it soft: la, la, la. Sing it LOUD: LA, LA, LA!" I chimed in at the top of my lungs, "LA! LA! LAAAA!" The guys about fell out of their seats in shock.)