Conversations About Choir

Tonight I had a choir concert, the last in a series of three concerts that have been happening the last three nights.  Before the concert, we walked Ya Ya up the street so she could have a sleepover at her friend’s house.  We were one our way home back down the hill.

Me:  OK guys!  Let’s hurry!  We have to get home fast!  The babysitter is coming, and Mama still has to get into her choir dress and put on her necklace and shoes.

Mr. SP:  Which necklace?

Me:  The one Daddy gave me.  It’s the only fancy necklace I have. Well, wait, I guess I have one other one that I wore when I got married, but I haven’t worn it for a long time.

Mr. SP:  Well, why not?

Me:  Well, because when you were a baby, you tried to eat it.

Mr. SP:  Well, I’m big now.  I won’t eat it.

Me:  Good point.

Mr. SP:  Because anyway, Mom, if you tried to eat metal, your teeth would break off.

The Banana:  Yeah, and then you’d have to get new teeth. . . . . (long pause) . . . . . but maybe you could get PINK teeth then.

And then later, at home, I was getting into my black concert garb.

The Banana:  When I’m big, like you, can I be in choir?

Me:  You sure can.

The Banana:  And then you can be in choir and I can be in choir.  We can both wear fancy black dresses and I could maybe wear that beautiful necklace.

She’s my music loving diva, for sure.  Goodness gracious do l love that girl.