Mommy, Are We Jewish?, 1/1
Title: Mommy, Are We Jewish?
Fandom: RENT
Characters: The gang (in five-year-old form)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Thank you, Jonathan Larson.
Summary: When five-year-old Roger and his friends ponder if Santa Claus is real or not, their discussion leads to another question.
Author's Note: Cute and fluffy kindergarten!RENT.
It was drawing time at the Scarsdale Afternoon Kindergarten session. It was one of five-year-old Roger Davis’s favorite times because after drawing time was snack time. Snack time was his most favorite time of the day, but afterwards came naptime, which he didn’t like. Usually he just pretended to be asleep when Miss Lynn walked over to where he, Mark, Tom, Maureen, Mimi, Joanne, and Angel slept, but when she was gone, he would wake Mark up and talk for the rest of naptime.
However, since naptime was not now, Roger was happily drawing himself playing his Fisher Price guitar his mommy and daddy had gotten him for his birthday since he was a big boy now. When he grew up, he wanted to be a rock star, just like the people in the radio, but he didn’t want to be small like them. He was going to be in a BIG radio so that a lot of people could hear him.
Around their table, all his friends were drawing pictures to take home to their mommies and daddies too. Mark was drawing a picture of his family (except he had left Cindy out). Roger didn’t blame him; Cindy was a mean. Maureen was drawing a picture of a cow with blue spots and the funny things that hung from their stomachs. Tom was drawing a picture of an angel for Angel, who was drawing a purple version of himself playing drums (on show-and-tell day, he and Roger had played their instruments together). Joanne was drawing a picture of herself as a lyer (lawyer) like her parents. Next to Roger, Mimi was drawing picture of herself and a kitty cat.
As Roger reached for the green crayon in the middle of the table, four-year-old Mimi took her finger out of her mouth and tugged on Roger’s shirt.
“Wogeh?”
“Yeah,” Roger replied, not taking his eyes off his picture, which was almost finished.
“Is there a Sandy Claws?” she asked, close to tears.
Roger shrugged. “I dunno. Why?”
She sniffled. “’Cause at playtime, Benny tolded me he weren’t real.”
“A’course he’s real,” Maureen exclaimed, who had already finished her first picture and was now drawing a picture of Joanne and herself playing together. “Benny’s just a naughty boy that don’t get no presents from Santa.”
Roger scrunched up his face in confusion. “I don’t get no pres’nts from Santa.”
“Are you a naughty boy,” Joanne asked him from across the table.
“No,” he replied defensively. He was a good boy. “My mommy says I’m the bestest boy in the whole word (world).”
Angel chewed on a crayon thoughtfully. “How do you getted ‘ur presents if Sandy Claws don’t come to ‘ur house?”
“My mommy and daddy buys ‘em for me.”
“Do you getted lots?”
“Yeah. Last Christmas I getted a pile this big!” He demonstrated ‘this big’ with his arms.
“Wow,” Mimi said. “That’s lots.” Everyone nodded in agreement.
Mark pushed his glasses up his nose. “My momma says that only people that ain’t Jewish getted presents from Santa.”
“Yous must be Jewish, Roger!” Tom exclaimed, the only person in the group that could say Roger’s name correctly. He was a year older than the rest of them, but his mommy had started him in kindergarten late.
“But if ‘ur Jewish, how come you don’t gos to Temple?” Mark asked him.
“Whas Temple?”
“It’s really borin’,” he explained. “Ev’ry week we gotsta sit and hear the Rabby (Rabbi) talk. He talks lots.”
“Eww,” Maureen said, making a face.
“Is it like church,” Mimi asked.
Mark nodded. It was Roger’s turn to make a face. “My daddy don’t like church. I don’t like church either.”
“Marky,” Angel said as he drew a picture with lots of flowers on it. “Whassa Rabby?”
“He reads lotsa stories from a book called The Torah.”
“Are they good stories,” Joanne asked.
The small, pale boy quickly shook his head. “Nu uh. I wants to fall ‘sleep, but my daddy says we gots to listen ‘cause he’s wise.”
“Do he make the cookies wif the papers inside like Confusedus (Confucius)?” Tom asked. “My mommy says he’s wise.”
Before Mark could answer, Miss Lynn rang the bell for snack time.
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Roger was still pondering their earlier discussion when his mommy came and picked him up from school. As she buckled him in and a light snow began to fall, he asked, “Mommy, are we Jewish?”
Fandom: RENT
Characters: The gang (in five-year-old form)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Thank you, Jonathan Larson.
Summary: When five-year-old Roger and his friends ponder if Santa Claus is real or not, their discussion leads to another question.
Author's Note: Cute and fluffy kindergarten!RENT.
It was drawing time at the Scarsdale Afternoon Kindergarten session. It was one of five-year-old Roger Davis’s favorite times because after drawing time was snack time. Snack time was his most favorite time of the day, but afterwards came naptime, which he didn’t like. Usually he just pretended to be asleep when Miss Lynn walked over to where he, Mark, Tom, Maureen, Mimi, Joanne, and Angel slept, but when she was gone, he would wake Mark up and talk for the rest of naptime.
However, since naptime was not now, Roger was happily drawing himself playing his Fisher Price guitar his mommy and daddy had gotten him for his birthday since he was a big boy now. When he grew up, he wanted to be a rock star, just like the people in the radio, but he didn’t want to be small like them. He was going to be in a BIG radio so that a lot of people could hear him.
Around their table, all his friends were drawing pictures to take home to their mommies and daddies too. Mark was drawing a picture of his family (except he had left Cindy out). Roger didn’t blame him; Cindy was a mean. Maureen was drawing a picture of a cow with blue spots and the funny things that hung from their stomachs. Tom was drawing a picture of an angel for Angel, who was drawing a purple version of himself playing drums (on show-and-tell day, he and Roger had played their instruments together). Joanne was drawing a picture of herself as a lyer (lawyer) like her parents. Next to Roger, Mimi was drawing picture of herself and a kitty cat.
As Roger reached for the green crayon in the middle of the table, four-year-old Mimi took her finger out of her mouth and tugged on Roger’s shirt.
“Wogeh?”
“Yeah,” Roger replied, not taking his eyes off his picture, which was almost finished.
“Is there a Sandy Claws?” she asked, close to tears.
Roger shrugged. “I dunno. Why?”
She sniffled. “’Cause at playtime, Benny tolded me he weren’t real.”
“A’course he’s real,” Maureen exclaimed, who had already finished her first picture and was now drawing a picture of Joanne and herself playing together. “Benny’s just a naughty boy that don’t get no presents from Santa.”
Roger scrunched up his face in confusion. “I don’t get no pres’nts from Santa.”
“Are you a naughty boy,” Joanne asked him from across the table.
“No,” he replied defensively. He was a good boy. “My mommy says I’m the bestest boy in the whole word (world).”
Angel chewed on a crayon thoughtfully. “How do you getted ‘ur presents if Sandy Claws don’t come to ‘ur house?”
“My mommy and daddy buys ‘em for me.”
“Do you getted lots?”
“Yeah. Last Christmas I getted a pile this big!” He demonstrated ‘this big’ with his arms.
“Wow,” Mimi said. “That’s lots.” Everyone nodded in agreement.
Mark pushed his glasses up his nose. “My momma says that only people that ain’t Jewish getted presents from Santa.”
“Yous must be Jewish, Roger!” Tom exclaimed, the only person in the group that could say Roger’s name correctly. He was a year older than the rest of them, but his mommy had started him in kindergarten late.
“But if ‘ur Jewish, how come you don’t gos to Temple?” Mark asked him.
“Whas Temple?”
“It’s really borin’,” he explained. “Ev’ry week we gotsta sit and hear the Rabby (Rabbi) talk. He talks lots.”
“Eww,” Maureen said, making a face.
“Is it like church,” Mimi asked.
Mark nodded. It was Roger’s turn to make a face. “My daddy don’t like church. I don’t like church either.”
“Marky,” Angel said as he drew a picture with lots of flowers on it. “Whassa Rabby?”
“He reads lotsa stories from a book called The Torah.”
“Are they good stories,” Joanne asked.
The small, pale boy quickly shook his head. “Nu uh. I wants to fall ‘sleep, but my daddy says we gots to listen ‘cause he’s wise.”
“Do he make the cookies wif the papers inside like Confusedus (Confucius)?” Tom asked. “My mommy says he’s wise.”
Before Mark could answer, Miss Lynn rang the bell for snack time.
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Roger was still pondering their earlier discussion when his mommy came and picked him up from school. As she buckled him in and a light snow began to fall, he asked, “Mommy, are we Jewish?”