Karma is officially a bitch. Or what goes around comes around. Or something!
After 90 minutes of beginner band and chorus performances in a stifling gym this evening, only about ten minutes of which (max) involved my son, I now have a much better idea of what I put you through for all those years of concert attendance!! And Dad, now I really understand why you asked every time if we could please leave after I was done performing for the evening, even if the show wasn't over yet. ;)
And as a side note, I'm now of the opinion that nobody under the age of about 12 should even try to play the trombone!