Eighteen children who are under four feet tall marched like a motley classroom into the theater today, while their 14 other cousins who are above five feet tall stayed at home/work/school. I was the elected elder to mediate between the adults and smalls on the adventure to the Stepping Stone Theater production of The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. Under normal circumstances, I would pass up this opportunity because there are so many children and I don't really have much to say to them, but Sister came in with her clan of three plus Husband. (Including the newest edition who looks so much like Michael I could spit.)
Sadie (age almost seben) is carrying Oldest Child Syndrome almost as badly as both of the eldest children in our family and has formed a tiny, mostly deaf version of Michael and her mother combined, with a little extra sass which is only amplified when she loses one of her $2000 hearing aids. That's three zeros- none of which are covered by insurance. Ouch.
Sadie "whispers" (the whispering of a hard of hearing child is equivalent to the a normal-to-loud volume of kids who don't rely on lip reading and hearing aids) to her cousin on the left.
Sadie, people are trying to watch. No talking, please.
I'm just telling Ella a thing.
Shhh, please.
It's not about the ending!
Sadie! Quiet!
WHATEVER! YOU'RE TALKING TOO!!!!
Chair-sinking and surrounding giggling and parental judgement ensued.
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