Presenting Mr. Twit!

Ian learned an important lesson today: when you work hard on something, even when that work is repetitive and boring and seemingly endless, and you tell your mother so quite frequently, the culmination can be surprisingly rewarding. 

Due to some odd genetic mutation, he's pretty immune to stage fright, but we really didn't know how it would go today. Off he went with his black hairspray, his food-covered beard (see the Roald Dahl book if you dare), his most gravelly voice, his lines that we'd run through over and over in the back yard ... and the outcome? 

"That was so much easier than I thought!"

And

"I think I might want to do Zach Scott again!"

And being treated to a root beer float by his grandmother afterward didn't hurt either.