The drama camp was optimistically entitled, “The Best Week Ever.”

I don’t know that the week lived up to the name, but Sophie had a good enough time. We gathered this morning for her stage debut. The kids acted out scenes they’d created themselves (as much as 5, 6 and 7 year olds can, I suppose) and only a couple had any substantial lines, which is why I didn’t really mind that Sophie’s one line consisted of two words.

Her scene takes place at the beach. Sophie runs onto the stage, tosses herself onto her back — arms and legs out — and waits for another little girl to say, “What a beautiful starfish!”

And then comes Sophie’s line, which she delivered today with more gusto and volume than just about any other performer:

“THANK YOU!”

We all laughed til we cried. Sophie was pretty happy, too. Afterward, the teacher (not the one I remembered from “Pearls” — she hightailed it out of there as soon as the performance ended, maybe even before, only heightening my concern that she had, in fact, been avoiding me) said Sophie was welcome any time.

This morning, before the performance, Ray and I were wandering around the kitchen, opening Diet Cokes and making espressos and remarking on how much fun Sophie was having with drama.

“Maybe Sophie will be an actress!” Ray said. “She really has some skill for memorizing, and she loves to be around people.”

I made a face. “Yeah, that’s what she’s expected to do. Remember Corky? People with Down syndrome go into acting. I kind of want her to do something different.”

My always-wise husband remarked, “So just because Jews are often writers, does that mean you can’t be one?”

Maybe I’ll sign Sophie up for another week of drama camp.