Our daughter is a drama queen.
At school today, she learned about the pilgrims. She came home and decided to be a pilgrim. Her performance involved an apron, a bonnet (which she approximated by putting her underwear on her head), and an “old-timey” bed.
She is practicing for the Christmas play too. Because our youth group is four people, she gets to say the lines of all three angels. It is a trip to see her holding her script, reading her lines with the ease of a girl twice her age.
Now, if we could just cut down on the diva-esque tantrums, we would have something going.
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