Daughter: We saw an opera at our school. The doctor was funny.
Me: Oh? That sounds like fun.
Daughter: The barber was saying something and then the doctor scared him.
Me: A doctor and a barber… was the opera in a town?
Daughter: No, it wasn’t a town.
Me: It sounds like it was. Was there a mayor?
Daughter: There weren’t any bears, Daddy!
Me: No, a mayor. A town leader.
Daughter: It wasn’t a town. It was just a little house.
Me: Well, OK. But wasn’t the little house in a little town?
Daughter: It was in the multi-purpose room.
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Posted 2 years ago
lol…did you ever find out what opera it was? sounds like something from the Marraige of Figaro or the Barber of Seville.