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Toddler Theatre

In our house, we have a thespian. Two of them really. We've always known Sophia has a flair for the dramatics and really, I have no idea where she gets that from. :::cough::: she's the apple, I'm the tree :::cough::: Sophia loves to over act, over react, over dramatize things. All of the things. And the Academy would like to recognize Sophia for Best Dramatic Performance. It can be exhausting sometimes trying to figure out how horrible, no good, very bad a situation on the bus was when she's telling me about it. I have to take it all with a grain of salt (and just what the hell does THAT mean anyway? nevermind).

Celia though, she's in the movie. In her mind. IN THE MOVIE MAMA! She is currently starring in her own version of Charlotte's Web, the live action version, thankyouverymuch. I am always reminded that I am Charlie and she is Wilvur. That's how the names are said and don't you even think of correcting her. It is not recommended. Most days I am Charlie and I can't get her to call me Mama or Mommy. I answer to it blindly, without even batting an eye. A typical conversation between her and I (at the bank, Target, grocery store)

Celia, er Wilvur: Charlie??!?
Me, I mean Charlie: Yes?
Wilvur: Is it true?
Charlie: No it's not true.
Wilvur: I can't believe it! I won't believe it!

Lather, rinse, repeat. Sure, it gets old but man she is so intense with it. Tonight, Sophia was "running lines" with her  (that's what it looked like to me) and I finally got it on video. Celia is camera shy when it comes to video. She'll ham it up for photos but video? Nope. Anyway, I present to you Toddler Theatre's run of Charlie's Web.

Sophia messed up her part and we thought it was funny.

Celia shows her how it's done. At the end of the clip she is still saying lines, but you can't really hear her. She's saying "don't worry Wilvur, it's a long time until Christams".

I can listen to her recite lines from movies all day and I've listened a lot at night when she's doing soliloquies in her room instead of sleeping. She's got pazazz for sure. I see a lot of middle school and high school plays in their futures and I'm not gonna lie, I'm kind of excited about it. So remember their names, they'll be in lights some day and maybe even on an Oscar.


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