Vince had a violin competition this past weekend. He is such a funny kid – we’ve been practicing for at least 6 weeks on this piece and it isn’t until like 2 hours before we leave for the competition that he kind of realizes what he is about to do. Suddenly he asks – are there judges? how many other kids will be there? you mean they are going to rank us?. If I were him, and I’m clearly not him, I would have been freaking out for weeks before the competition and trying in vain to practice super hard. Vince, not so much. It’s OK – probably healthier for one’s psyche to be freaked out for a shorter amount of time?