How do you measure

Three hours. That's how long the High school Pops concert was on Tuesday night. The concert itself was actually two but you're an idiot if you leave after dropping off your kid, because you'll never get a parking spot and or a reasonably good seat.
What struck me, and you know something always does, is how retarded it is to ooh and ahh at our kids as if they were just the best, most talented people walking the earth.
Some of them actually are; Annie replicas or at least that's what I call them. These girls have this professional Ariel from the Little Mermaid, atonal thing going on, and they act when they sing, not just emote. Of course there are like three people who keep popping up in every performance, not that I'm bitter or anything. And then there is just the concept that we're the ultimate captive audience, because what choice do we have, one or more of our children are up their on that stage, and we better get something more out of the experience besides for a really sore ass.