Open House

Allison had an open house at school today. Since it's visual and performing arts, the children both put on a short play and they had an art show, where they displayed some of their water colors.

The play was based on a story the children told to their teachers about what they wanted to be when they grew up. They were gathering, many years in the future, to have a party and talk about old times. They brought with them photographs (laminated drawings they made) of their lives, their families, their houses.

They actually did this in two groups, so there were two short plays. The kids arrived one at a time, after ringing the doorbell, and each was supposed to talk about their photos but most of them were very shy and quiet, so the teacher narrated.

The occupations were pretty amusing. In the first group, there were three or four horse doctors. I was actually pretty amused by that since that's what my grandmother calls doctors she thinks are incompetent. He's some kind of horse doctor! Anyway. There was also a cowboy, which is lucky since there were so many horse doctors around.

Allison was in the second group, which was very, very amusing. There was a future fireman and a dancer. There was also an animal doctor specializing in snails--you can't make these things up, I swear. My absolute favorite was Allison's weird little friend Molly--I have pictures she drew of Allison on my refrigerator--who announced that she was going to live at Disneyland when she got older and that, as a job, she was going to be....wait for it...a pegasus!

Allison informed me on the way home that Molly wasn't just going to be a pegasus, she was going to be a flying pegasus. I told her those are the best kind. Could we visit her in Disneyland when I grow up, she asked? I said, of course. If your friend Molly figures out a way to live at Disneyland, we're totally going to visit.

Allison's pictures showed her house, on a teeny road in a little village. Her family--a husband, a little girl, and a best friend. And she told everyone in a strong, clear voice that when she grew up, she wanted to be a mama.

It was very sweet.

We brought her watercolors home. We're starting to get quite a pile of art, so there will be art work coming in the mail to anyone who wants it. We already sent one piece to Uncle Luke. We'll send more and add Uncle Marty and all the grandparents to the list.

I really wish I had pictures because it was such a sweet little show. But alas, no camera.