An unexpected scene unfolded in my bathroom while our seven year old was taking his bath. His brothers, in their pajamas, reenacted the Gettysburg Address.
“Four score and seven years ago…” began one in a deep voice for the importance of the occasion, “our forefathers…”
…while the oldest pretended to translate in sign language.
“…that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from this earth.”
With an elaborate flourish of concluding sign language, they bowed to their audience in the tub – a boy, a rubber shark and a crab.
“Now let’s do the assassination. This time, you’re Abe. I’ll be the dumb security guard who let Booth in.”