Da-na-na-na Lecha Doh-dee!

These are the words I hear sung about ten times a day while lazying around in the Lewish Children's Museums game show room. It's an accapella song by Six13 and after about a thousand times listening to it over and over again, it gets kind of boring.
It's currently five minutes before my next show...
One of the groups came early, so there are about 25 kids jumping around the entire room and making a wreck of it, while I fearfully cuddle in my little "hole in the corner" called my dressing room.
I sit here terrified and listen to the muffled shouts from annoyed counselors on the other side of the door.
"Ryan, stop climbing and sit down!!"
"Yo! Have a seat and stop breaking the microphones!!"
(Cry of some seven year old) "Yeeeeeeeee-Haaaaaaww"

What the heck am I doing inside this tiny cubicle typing away on my blog, when I should be outside making some sort of order with the kids?!!
I'm going to walk out for the show and I'll be greeted by a screen that's cracked, a fallen projector laying on the carpet, Carpet torn bleachers and paint coming off the walls. I will be about to cry, when one of the couselors will come up to me, smile and say in my ear "Yeah, they're a wild bunch wouldn't you say?!"

I'm going to go out now and make another fool of myself!!
Goodbye wonderful blog. Hello cruel world!