4 y/o version of wedding
This afternoon, Amy BEGGED me to play "little people" with her. I finally obliged. We are going to play wedding! Amy dances around delightedly.
"OK," I agree, with a bit less enthusiasm.
"Ruthie and Joe are getting married. YOU tell the story. You can help them get ready to go to the church." I am handed a green man and a blue lady. "That's Joe and Ruthie."
"Hi Ruthie," I pretended to say in a low voice. "Let's take this car to the church for our wedding."
"NO!" That's not the right car.
"Oh, OK, well let's take this car."
I drive the happy couple to the church (a stack of bristle blocks Amy's put together in the form of an arbor) and walk them in. Amy sits in rapt attention as "Ruthie" changes, marches to the front, kisses uncle Joe, and then marches out with "Joe" to the reception. After about 10 seconds of "eating" the happy couple walks out to their "car" dodging bubbles from happy well wishers. The entire story lasts at most 5 minutes.
"Ahh, that was wonderful!" She exclaims as I drive the "car" across the floor to the "airport" where they will leave for their honey moon. "Now it's MY turn to tell the story! You listen to ME!"
Thus launches a LONG wedding plot complete with lions, angels, lots of singing, and even some babies... 15 minutes into this tangled thread, "Joe and Ruthie" are still standing in front of the church. They've marched up and down the isle at least three times, told each other their love, held the flower girls' hands, danced around the stage, but still remain unmarried. The "pastor" (little people dog) has yet to pronounce them man and wife.
I freely admit I'm getting a little uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong, I love watching my kids, but I'm sitting on the wood floor trying to make myself comfortable without knocking down the "church" or stepping on the "reception" set-up.
"Amy," I finally break in. "I think it's time for them to actually get married."
"Oh no, mommy," comes the bubbly reply, "This is a LONG wedding!"
And it definitely is a LONG wedding. After another few minutes, I finally give up and leave her to complete the wedding on her own. Forty minutes later, the story is still going strong. I guess they have finally gotten married and the latest update is that they are up in "Heaven" celebrating their marriage.
Glad Joe and Ruthie were happily married May 4, 2014. I'd hate for them to get any brilliant strokes of inspiration from this monologue.
"OK," I agree, with a bit less enthusiasm.
"Ruthie and Joe are getting married. YOU tell the story. You can help them get ready to go to the church." I am handed a green man and a blue lady. "That's Joe and Ruthie."
"Hi Ruthie," I pretended to say in a low voice. "Let's take this car to the church for our wedding."
"NO!" That's not the right car.
"Oh, OK, well let's take this car."
I drive the happy couple to the church (a stack of bristle blocks Amy's put together in the form of an arbor) and walk them in. Amy sits in rapt attention as "Ruthie" changes, marches to the front, kisses uncle Joe, and then marches out with "Joe" to the reception. After about 10 seconds of "eating" the happy couple walks out to their "car" dodging bubbles from happy well wishers. The entire story lasts at most 5 minutes.
"Ahh, that was wonderful!" She exclaims as I drive the "car" across the floor to the "airport" where they will leave for their honey moon. "Now it's MY turn to tell the story! You listen to ME!"
Thus launches a LONG wedding plot complete with lions, angels, lots of singing, and even some babies... 15 minutes into this tangled thread, "Joe and Ruthie" are still standing in front of the church. They've marched up and down the isle at least three times, told each other their love, held the flower girls' hands, danced around the stage, but still remain unmarried. The "pastor" (little people dog) has yet to pronounce them man and wife.
I freely admit I'm getting a little uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong, I love watching my kids, but I'm sitting on the wood floor trying to make myself comfortable without knocking down the "church" or stepping on the "reception" set-up.
"Amy," I finally break in. "I think it's time for them to actually get married."
"Oh no, mommy," comes the bubbly reply, "This is a LONG wedding!"
And it definitely is a LONG wedding. After another few minutes, I finally give up and leave her to complete the wedding on her own. Forty minutes later, the story is still going strong. I guess they have finally gotten married and the latest update is that they are up in "Heaven" celebrating their marriage.
Glad Joe and Ruthie were happily married May 4, 2014. I'd hate for them to get any brilliant strokes of inspiration from this monologue.
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