My mom tells me that one time she took me to the legendary Ravinia Festival, a classical music concert series that happens every summer at this really nice outdoor theater in Highland Park, a north suburb of Chicago. She made the mistake of getting seats in the actual amphitheater, as opposed to the usual picnic blanket area nearby. During some climatic moment of some Tchaikovsky symphony or something, I ran up to the front of the stage….danced like a weeble wobble and pretended to conduct the philharmonic orchestra. Totally disruptive and inappropriate. Super thirst and groupied-out.

I was 5.

Still got snatched up by that sensitive area of the upperarm and dragged to the back row for the parental charbroil.

What’s this guy’s excuse? (Love the “Why are you here?” look from the homie Pharell, lol!)

(thanks to Omar for the link)