If it's spring, it must be time for the school play. This year, all the third-grade classes at High Lakes (there are at least 5) put it on together. It had something to do with Native Americans, though there was a square dance in the middle of it set to what sounded like a polka tune. I can't say it was the most dynamic script -- actually, there was no script, just a lot of barely coherent recitings of Indian sayings. And some Native American chanting with drums. 
Cool flute though (they brought in a professional).
I was thankful that the costumes were easy - white T-shirts, earth-toned pants, and the interpretive Indian belts the kids wove. I recognized a lot of my rejected stash yarn in the crowd.
We survived it and came home to play baseball in the front yard. That Flash is one hell of an outfielder! But that's another post.
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