Thanksgiving hijinks
On Tuesday, we were invited to the dotter’s school to watch the kids’ Thanksgiving program. Which was, of course, very cute.
When we heard about the program, OmegaDad told me, “I’ll bet you anything they’ve made her an Indian.” As in, hey, she has long black hair, so they’re going to cast her to type. I’d like to report that he was wrong, and she was a Pilgrim, but no–she was, indeed, an Indian:
We took videos using our digicams. Unfortunately, we had never tested these particular digicams’ video capability, and somehow or other we ended up with no sound. Bah. Not that you missed much: the boys said, as Pilgrims, ”Let’s go hunt!”, or as Indians, “Big strong brave!” The girls’ lines were either “Hurry, hurry, hurry!” for the Pilgrim ladies, or “Busy, busy, busy!” for the Indian girls. Far be it from me to be snarky or obnoxious, but does it seem like the boys had more…um…complex lines? And that the line for the Indian boys was…um…somewhat typecast? So, yes, men went hunting and being brave and what-not, while the girls got to just comment on the boys’ actions. The turkeys went “Gobble, gobble, gobble!”, and everyone said “Pop, pop, pop!” whenever corn was mentioned.
It was not, shall we say, great literature. But, boy, was it cute.
Then, as we were leaving, we saw the artwork posted on the bulletin boards outside the classroom. Here’s the dotter’s Pilgrim:
What charmed us most (aside from the dotter’s penchant for very plump lips on her drawings) was the tale of her Pilgrim’s progress. It seems that Mrs. Shoehorn asked each kid what they would do if they were setting out for the New World. Here is the dotter’s answer:
It made us laugh. I particularly liked that she would clean up our mess at home…I’m eagerly awaiting that day!
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