Kari, a first grader at Elvehjem Elementary, arrived home after school, very excited. She announced she would be an angel in the Christmas program. (Yes, sixty years ago things were different.)
Being Kari’s mother, I wasn’t surprised she would be selected. With shoulder-length blond hair and an angelic being, who wouldn’t choose my beautiful daughter to be an angel?
But I thought it best to question her as to just how she happened to be chosen, knowing full well the answer would be something like, “Well, my teacher thought I looked like a little angel.”
Not so. Instead, her reply was, “My teacher said if your mother knows how to sew and will make you an angel costume, you may be one for our Christmas program.”
My comeuppance, for certain.
