Dorothy's teacher sent her home with some candy and a note on the first day of school, and with a small book on the second day of school. I found the book in her backpack, which surprised Dorothy. "Wait," she said. "Am I going to get presents every day?"
Dorothy has always said that she wants to be a doctor when she grows up. A few days ago, she volunteered, "But if I can't be a doctor, I can be a nurse." "Why," I asked, "would you not be able to be a doctor?" "I don't know," she replied. "If I don't have the right clothes to be a doctor, and I just have the right clothes to be a nurse, then I could be a nurse."
We were watching a movie and the turn-of-the-century orphan was sleeping on the street. "She's sleeping outside. On a suitcase. Under a coat," Dorothy said. "That's not very safe."
The movie was called The Ballet Shoes, but it did not contain much ballet. In fact, the climactic scene cut from the command to "Dance!" to the applause after the show. "I thought we were going to get to see the dance," I complained. "Maybe the person who was playing in the movie got scared," Dorothy surmised.