Last week, my two older kids participated in a nativity play. The play consisted of performers whose ages ranged from three years all the way to ten years of age. So as you can imagine, the evening was filled with all things adorable and cute.
My son starred as one of the shepherds.
And my daughter, the four year old — who’s actually five but that’s a whole different trauma I’m not emotionally ready to speak about — starred as a cow.
…Or at least two of the cast members, but the software I have was being uncooperative and rude so instead, you have my children framed inside of lifesavers. And here’s a fun and scary fact for you. When I went to google the spelling of lifesavers (because I wasn’t sure if it was one word or two) the first thing that popped up was Life Savers – the candy. Not the flotation device.
Anyway, back to the play. Where was I?
Oh right. Cows. So the five year old was a cow.
A very disenchanted cow.
Fifteen minutes into the 30 minute performance, my darling little cow decided she’d had enough of sleeping on the stable floor. She gave herself an improv solo, took her ears off and rolled around the stage floor.
Okay…so she wasn’t the baby Jesus. She also wasn’t in the play. But, she did reenact a scene from The Exorcist earlier in the evening.
Thanks for shopping Snark, Sass, & Sarcasm! I’ll see you next time.