Monday, March 22, 2010
Sally O'Malley Reincarnated
Ashley decided she wanted to wear her purple velour sweatsuit to her preschool's spring program.
We call it her "Grandma Outfit." Partly because her grandma bought it for her, and partly because she looks like a grandma when she wears it. But Ashley doesn't care - she loves it.
We had no idea what she'd be doing at the spring program, so I had no legitimate veto rights regarding her wardrobe selection. As I've mentioned before here on the blog, Ashley is like Fort Knox when it comes to revealing the substance of her preschool programs. She won't tell us a thing about what to expect. Every time I'd ask her, "Are you singing any songs? Are you putting on a play? Do you need to wear anything special?" She'd simply smile slyly and sing-song "Mom-my, it's a suh-pri-uzz!"
Luckily, the preschool newsletter had somewhat filled us in, so we knew the theme of the program was "Friends Around the World." We would be "traveling" to Mexico, China, Ireland, Hawaii and Africa and then sample foods from these countries after the program was over. As the stay-at-home parent who handles preschool drop-off and pick-up, Scott signed up to bring a food dish hailing from the grand country of Mexico. See, he is very smart, because that meant we could just bring chips and salsa.
So, we showed up at the preschool on Friday at 12:30 on the dot, chips and salsa in hand, expecting to be thoroughly entertained for the next 30 minutes by 4-5 year-olds doing 4-5 year old globally themed activities.
We patiently sat through the first group of performers, who danced the hula from Hawaii. Then the next group twirled paper umbrellas from China. Ashley sat patiently in her purple sweatsuit, waiting for her moment.
And then, the program informed us, it was time for the Mexican hat dance.
Ashley and four fellow classmates gathered in a circle around a sombrero. The music started.
Everyone except Ashley.
Her face lit up, she backed away from that sombrero and started dancing this little choreographed heel kick dance. I would have described it as more Russian in origin than Mexican, but what do I know. Whatever it was, it was hilarious. She couldn't have cared less that she was the only one dancing....she had her moves down and was having a blast.
The music picked up and and she grabbed the frozen kids' hands and twirled them around that sombrero like they had never been twirled before. Then she backed up and kicked some more until the music came to a stop and the overcrowded room of parents and grandparents burst into cheers and applause. It was pure purple velour Sally O'Malley awesomeness. I laughed so hard I cried.
And you know what? I wasn't surprised at all. Man, do I love my daughter.