Are the judges ready?

The scene at our house this morning:

Evan walks into the kitchen, where I am, with his rifle, sabre, and little flag folded neatly and ready to lay on the front sideline.

Evan: Mom, I'm a guard boy. Can you get the music ready?

He puts on his glove and stands at attention as I put the CD in the player.

Evan: Mom, SAY IT!

Me: Say what?

Evan: Say, "Are the judges ready? Is the unit ready? Performing their show. Lawrence County High School Winter Guard you can take the floor in competition."

I say it then push play. Evan proceeds to perform his interpretation of Pages of My Letter by Keri Noble.

We may have retired, but I am afraid that my boys, in particular Evan, have not retired.