As I was unpacking Zoey's backpack while she was napping, I came across a note from her teachers. Apparently, Zoey is set to play one of the Three Wise Men (only it has been changed to the Three Wise People) in her preschool's upcoming Christmas production. One might think she would have told me about this on the way home from school, but as I often say, she operates under the "What Happens In Preschool, Stays In Preschool" philosophy.
While she and Zed were eating their afternoon snack, I said to her, "I hear you're going to be one of the Three Wise People in your Christmas program!"
Zoey: What?
Me: Three Wise People. You're going to be one of the Three Wise People.
Zoey: No I'm not.
Me: That's what this note says. I showed her the note like she knows how to read or something. I'm a moron.
Zoey: I DON'T WANT TO BE A WISE PEOPLE!
Me: Wise means you're smart. Don't you want to be smart? Don't you want to be one of the Wise People?
Zoey: NO!
Me: Who do you want to be?
Zoey: Mary. What the hell was I thinking? Of course she wanted the female lead!
Me: Who's Mary?
Zoey: Jesus' Mommy.
And then she gave me a look that said, "Dumbass! Maybe you should be the one in preschool!"
Me: No, I mean which kid gets to be Mary?
Zoey: I don't know. I want to be Mary!
Great. Should be an interesting program. Considering that she's argued with other kids, kissed a girl, and flashed the audience at past programs, if she's going into the program with this kind of attitude, all hell might break loose.
GHS: 3
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