The mystery is solved, and the solution is stupid
Remember how my thumb was bruised last night and I couldn’t figure out why? This morning I discovered that my other thumb is also bruised, in the corresponding location. And then it came to me.
Clapping.
At the beginning of my 50’s number for the play, I have the kids clapping in different formations- up and down- for 2 eight counts. Because it’s at the beginning of the number, we practiced it at least 20 times as we continued on through the number. That’s at least 320 individual claps. Because I’m teaching the number, I had to clap big and enthusiastically each and every time to keep them doing it.
So big and enthusiastically that I bruised my thumbs.
Now that’s commitment to one’s art. ;p
Let the mocking commence.
Nice!