Plays

We went to Lauren’s Christmas play on Tuesday, where she played (very nicely) an innkeeper’s wife.  It had all the traditions of such things, including a star made from a coathanger, a narrator shouting too loud, and a little girl who needed a pee.

To show how obsessed our household has become with such things, here’s a conversation from earlier today:

Lauren: Sam, did you know that we’re animals?

Sam: (after some reflection) I’m not, I’m a shepherd.

This is true, he is, next Wednesday at 10:30.