I went to my parents’ church’s Christmas pageant tonight. My dad was the bailiff, my mom was Dr. Fruitcake and my daughter was the color brown. She had to say a little poem about the color brown, she actually memorized it, I was impressed. Oh, she was also an angel, a nose-picking angel. I tried not to giggle too loud. I have a problem with that, laughing at children when I should have a stern glare instead.