Speaking of pictures, here's a shot of Oo at the tennis courts:
Despite the crazy summer, on Wednesday evening, I enjoyed a rare moment — silence, sort of. After playing in a neighbor's yard, the kids and I were home again in our backyard. Ready for some down-time, both kids slipped into their own little worlds, leaving me to quietly pull weeds (one of my favorite ways to mentally recharge). T was content riding his tricycle up and down the driveway and watering my flowers. And Oo... well, Oo was sitting in the middle of the driveway, dreaming up and acting out what could only be described as a soap opera.
There were four characters in her story: a daughter, father, mother and narrator. As she acted out the story, she did a different voice for each of them. Our next door neighbor was working in his yard within earshot, and I wondered if the performance reminded him of a twisted version of the radio plays of his youth.
In Oo's story, a man with black eyes was the villain. Interestingly, this character had no speaking parts. He was a critical element to the story, but existed only in the characters' and narrator's descriptions of him and his dastardly deeds.
The soap opera was fast paced and continued on for 30–40 minutes! Seriously! To draw the episode to a close, Oo finished with:
Tune in next time when there will be more later and less for now.
Sounds exciting. I can't wait!
