(Here’s a picture of the girls walking ahead of us to school one morning last week)
The girls have been intent on putting on plays recently.
If you have young kids, you may know of our pain.
It lasts about half an hour, only because we put a time limit on it.
It seems we are just watching them talk to each other, change their clothes, laugh alot and bow at the end.
There’s basically no storyline.
Tonight, their play was upstairs in their bedroom.
As we started up the stairs, J handed me a glass of red wine.
I balked and said, “NO RED WINE UPSTAIRS ON THE WHITE CARPET!!”
And he goes, “We won’t spill it. We’re just watching a play.”
He was right.
As we sat there watching all the crazy nonsense commotion (which I knew made sense to the two little girls who were performing, with glee), he turned to look at me with a smile after about ten minutes and goes, “Aren’t you glad you brought your wine?”
Posted by sandy on October 9, 2009 at 2:57 am
We have “beautiful dance shows.” Eventually we say, “OK, Last Dance!” and it always makes me think of Donna Summer.
Posted by mommasunshine on October 9, 2009 at 9:32 am
Ah, wine. It really does make everything better.
Posted by Nora on October 9, 2009 at 5:02 pm
Half hour limit, just like a sitcom. Nice.
Posted by churlita on October 9, 2009 at 5:59 pm
I remember those from when the girls were little. I just wasn’t smart enough to drink wine during them.
Posted by Deb. on October 12, 2009 at 3:02 am
well, I thought for sure some wine would spill. That J is one smart cookie!