My Name Is Not Alexander

Copyright © 2011 by Jennifer Fosberry

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Date of Production: January 2011

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Ages 4 and up

“Good morning,
Alexander
,” the father said. “It’s time for breakfast, and then let’s play ball.”

“My name is not Alexander!”
said the little boy.

“Then who has been sleeping in my son’s bed?” asked the father.

“I am
THEODORE
, the greatest, grandest president who ever was!”

“Well, Theodore,
PARK
yourself here and
SAVE
your
ENERGY
for today’s game.”

“Theodore, finish eating and get ready to go,” the father said.

“My name is not Theodore!”
said the little boy.

“Then who is going to brush his teeth?” asked the father.

“I am
THOMAS,
the greatest, brightest inventor who ever was!”

“Well Thomas, let me see that
BRILLIANT
smile
LIGHT
up the room.”

“Let’s go Thomas,” the father said. “We don’t want to miss the big game.”

“My name is not Thomas!”
said the little boy.

“Then who will help me load the car?” asked the father.

“I am
JOSEPH
, the greatest, proudest warrior who ever was!”

“Well,
CHIEF
, let’s make a
PACT
not to be late.”

“Okay, Joseph,” the father said. “Let’s go see Grandma.”

“My name is not Joseph!”
said the little boy.

“Then who is going to bring in this beautiful bouquet?” asked the father.

“I am
FRED
, the greatest, smoothest dancer who ever was!”

“Well, Fred,
GLIDE
on in there and give your partner a
WHIRL
.”