Yesterday was the big Thanksgiving program at Caroline’s school. She was a pilgrim, although a very reluctant pilgrim.
On Ugly Betty the other night, the nephew said he was the only pilgrim that did “jazz hands”, I was hoping that my pilgrim might throw in a little jazz hands for good measure, but I think she was way too concerned about wearing a hat made of butcher paper.
They sang a few songs including America the Beautiful and Any Turkey Can Tango. You know…the Thanksgiving classics.
She had been uncharacteristically quiet when I’d asked her about the program because she said it was a surprise. I did get a little insight though the other night when she was singing a song about cornucopias in the bathtub, and seeing as how we usually say “horn of plenty” instead of cornucopia, I figured it must be related to the big Thanksgiving show.
And no matter how reluctant she might have originally been, the ham in her won out once she was onstage.
I thought she was the cutest little singing pilgrim I’ve ever seen.