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And that's when he officially went over to the rawker side: Kidzapalooza
Wednesday, August 19, 2009 I tried hard to talk Kidzapalooza up to Lil E. In part, it was selfish. I had a 3-day pass to Lollapalooza and wanted to get something out of that last day, even though I'd be missing Silversun Pickups and Jane's Addiction. I'd read this great write-up in Chicago mag about how musicians stopped by to hang out and play for kids and it seemed like something fun and different and a perfect way to enjoy our time and city together. Still, he was ambivalent. He came home from a weekend with his dad and only wanted to watch a movie or maybe go to the park. But I kept at, pulling on his shoes for him, spraying him down with sunscreen, letting him choose which size 4T band t-shirt he wanted to wear.
I think it was the fact we'd be taking the train downtown that finally convinced him, and so we went off happily toward the El, singing our favorite Kings of Leon song as we walked (he just likes to sing the line, "you caught me with my pants down" and then erupt into a fit of giggles about being caught in Star Wars undies).
If it wasn't a hundred degrees outside when we entered the gates, it was already getting close. But Lil E rode on my shoulders as we made our way through the crowds over to the kiddie area, where we both got tagged and headed in to the only calm nook in the park.We watched a show, but Lil E hung back. He was shy and taking it all in, and didn't want to participate in any of the activities or special little rocker workshops. We headed to lunch instead, sitting on a blanket and pokey wood chips, taking in the adults rather than the kids.
As soon as we returned, Lil E lit up. He raced to get his hair sprayed
green. He laughed and danced and clapped to the hilarious kiddie hip-hop group
The Q Brothers.
He played electric guitar at the School of Rock, gleefully held on to
an adult instructor during a skateboard demo, and seriously committed
his flexible body to the break dancing workshop.
He was thrilled I let him take off his shirt to be "half-nakey" in the heat, and even more happy he got to do a personalized rap at the Q Brothers' tent (they recorded his MC Lil E rap on a CD for us to take home, complete with a "PEACE, Y'ALL!" squeaked out by my own preschooler).
We went and went and went, only breaking for ice cream that melted as soon as we were handed the bowl, and then we went some more. When our clothes were soaked through (seriously), it was time to leave the heat and hotness that was Kidzapalooza and head home.
Lil E was on fire, so happy with himself and saying over and over, "Mommy, I need to come back to this place the next time!" We hated to leave, but I boosted him on my back and we walked back toward the El. Just like any good rocker worth his Lollapaloozaness, my own passed out on my lap on the train. His bare chest rose and fell, his green hair splayed across my legs, his skeleton socked-feet pressed against the seats.
It was just so, so, so much fun. And I admit, I would have liked to catch those shows, to stand in the crowd with other adults in our own little nook of sweat and music. But the green-haired punk rock preschooler doing a down-rocker break dancing pose with his own rap CD put on a show that was hard to beat.
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