West Side Story

This morning Vivian came to cuddle in bed with me when she woke up. Only a few minutes after she got there, Stella followed. As the three of us lay in bed (David is in San Francisco), Vivian told me that at school, she always told her teachers the story of WEST SIDE STORY. I asked her to tell it to me and then Stella started to tell it. I asked Stella to let Vivian do it but then Vivian said she couldn't remember. So I asked Stella to tell it and she confidently began, "Well there are two groups, the Jets who are white and the Sharks who are Filipino." Then she told the rest of the story including that when they saw the ballet with Grandma and Grandpa, Vivian missed the rumble because she had to go to the bathroom. I assured Vivian that she could see it again next year and she asked if the rumble would be the same. She was very happy when I said it would be.