My daughter’s class is doing their Famous People Project, and each child has to choose a famous figure in history. They then write reports on their subjects, and—on the specified day—dress up as the person they’re featuring and give an oral report in the first person.
When Chickadee first started talking about this project, she said she would probably be Laura Ingalls Wilder. I wasn’t surprised; she loves the “Little House” books beyond reason. (I did worry, just a little, about a classroom full of Lauras.) But when the time came to start working, she picked someone else. Puzzled, I asked her why she’d switched.
“Well,” she told me, “you know, the part where we dress up is really important.” I nodded, uncomprehending. She sighed. “Mom. Laura Ingalls had REALLY LONG HAIR that she wore in two braids. My hair won’t do that, it’s not long enough.”
That’s impeccable logic, except that instead of being Laura Ingalls, she’s now being… Rosa Parks.
I would’ve asked, but I was afraid that if I opened my mouth I’d start laughing. If you understand, please explain it to me.