The Girl Who Wrote Poop

My Awesome Granddaughter Charlie will be seven next month. She is learning so many things. She has been reading and writing for a while. She has a special affinity for the word Poop. She wrote it a bunch of times on my bedside notepad because she wanted to make me laugh, she said...

She did make me laugh, albeit inappropriately. She knew I would, because she remembered how I had responded to my Mother's Day card...

(She's also very good at drawing.)

And now she's been chosen to play Mary in her school's Christmas program.

Take a moment to let that sink in...the girl who writes--and draws--"Poop" is going to play the Blessed Mother.

I was delighted when Meagan called me yesterday with the news. I chuckled all afternoon, wondering how she had been chosen. I realize that those in charge are probably not privy to the full extent of Charlie's creativity. No, I thought, it must be because she's tall and reads well. Or maybe it was her hair. I know Mary wasn't really a blond, but a lot of statues and pictures show her as one. If that was the case, then Charlie was born to play Mary. Then again, other than a little extracurricular chatting, I hear she's quite well-behaved in school. Maybe that was why she was picked for such an honor...

Whatever the reason, we've known that Charlie has coveted the role of Mary ever since last year's program, when she took off her sweater and draped it over head like a veil.

I had to wait until this morning to learn the selection process that will surely lead to stardom for our girl...A popsicle stick with her name on it was pulled out of a jar. Divine Intervention is what I'm thinking.