If it is Sunday it must be Front Porch Library Day, so I made up the cheese melts–Mr. John took on the next pot of frozen tomatoes.
Vivienne and Astrid have been inventing their own language (make that languages) so when my husband stumbled across a list of the way that great, ambiguous concept, the whatchamacallit, is expressed in other languages I typed them up to share (naninani, zamaazingo, dingsbums, etc.) then we made up our own ( jinglehopper, wiemimebob, nishawamba, bimpledimp). We gave ourselves some good laughs, then went over to working on Reader’s Theater.
We had five scripts–and actually got through four–I heard some voices I didn’t know could inhabit small bodies, they sounded like something that would come out of the crypt in a creepy movie.
We did one based on nursery rhymes. We acted out “Where the Wild Things Are,” and one about a lion and a lion tamer (the chair action was downright scary), and one about Katie who went shoe shopping (we have small shoes, tall shoes, walk-on-the-wall shoes).
We traded parts, traded scripts–our two high school volunteers, Alex and Sophie,were great! Then we cut to the part when everyone runs around, climbs trees, shoots hoops and (inexplicably) grinds chalk with a chunk of stone.
Another fun, relaxed, dramatic gathering at the FPL.
The Front Porch Library 