When I was in Kindergarten, our school decided that we would have a Christmas play with the class I was in as well as the other kindergarten class. Easier said than done when you've got at least 60-100 little ones and everyone's attention spans are like Kim Kardashian's marriages.
Anyway they had at first let us pick what we wanted and I originally wanted to be an elf. It felt natural you know?? But no such luck. I wasn't a sugar plum, or a pretend princess ballerina, definitely wasn't a toy soldier or any diminutive of Christmas of whatsoever—I was a toy though. Unfortunately I was a train. Not just any train or any part of such said train....
I was the caboose. Yes the ass of the train. There I was two foot eight inches screaming:
CHUGGAH CHUGGAH DIS WAY
AND CHUGGAH CHUGGAH DAT WAY!!
Mind you the other children were a good 6-foot in kindergarten so not only did our "train" look crooked and obtusely built but we had a fidget caboose.
The worst part is when my parents would relive that wonderful awful moment—I die a little on the inside every time lol.
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