Today the kids told me their roles for the church Christmas play, and they couldn’t understand why I kept dissolving into giggles. My fiercely independent, occasionally bossy girl as a sheep? And the boy who came home from school this week with a shiner and a green knot on his forehead because he was running with toys, the same boy who roared at me when I told him no at breakfast: he’s to play an angel? I’m going to be laughing all the way to Christmas.
On the other hand, what else could they play? All the roles require docility and obedience (Herod-the-tyrant is not invited to the play), and it’s fun watching them stifle their desire to squirm and try to muster up the requisite attributes during practice. By all means, play angel and let your parents stay to watch!