DD and DS1 are at secondary school. DS2 is still in primary. I went to see his class play this morning. The usual largely inaudible chaos whilst the audience crowd into a tiny hall with not enough teeny weeny benches to sit on. There was a competition between babies as to who could scream louder and toddlers who could make the most top-of-their-voice comments. My son was one of a group (of zombies) as per usual. The only time he had a starring role he was Joseph in the YR nativity play. He picked his nose, swung his legs, stared at the audience and forgot his lines. Mary thumped him.
I smiled a lot and clapped like mad of course but I must be getting too old because I actually thought "Thank fuck it's nearly the end!". After 11 years I feel I've done my time.