Jack Ass

Today at pre-k drop-off the director pulled me aside and asked if I was available December 15th because little kid had been chosen for a special part in the church's Christmas program. She told me I could get back to her later but to let her know if we couldn't as soon as possible so they could choose a replacement. She handed me an envelope and said more information about the part was inside and sort of indicated that I should keep it on the down low. I told her we would be there and was more excited than I should have been about my little star, already picturing him as Joseph or an angel.

(I was Mary in my preschool church Christmas pageant and recently found my Joseph on Facebook.)

When I got into the parking lot I stopped beside my car and opened my envelope to see that little kid was chosen to be...

...

...a donkey.

LOL. I don't blame them for not trusting him as Joseph; it would be tragic if Baby Jesus was thrown into the congregation for some crowd surfing.

And by tragic I mean the most entertaining church Christmas pageant in the history of church Christmas pageants. 

Oh well. I know he will make an excellent donkey; donkeys don't listen to anyone and pretty much do whatever they want, just like little kid.