Friday marks an annual holiday tradition at my kids' school. It's the kindergarten production of 12 Bells for Santa. (At least I think that's what it's called.)
All the kids have parts. Only three involve speaking lines, everyone else sings in the chorus. But they're divided into categories, each of which needs a costume of varying difficulty to make. I'm pretty sure the teachers do this to get even with the parents for all the times our kids misbehave in class. Because we aren't busy enough already at this time of year. And then they taunt us with a letter that says something like "Don't put a great deal of effort into the costume. Just have fun with it."
Right.
Because that's possible when you know you're competing with 80 other parents and you want to live up to your child's expectations.
When AJ was in it, he chose to be an elf. Why? Because he wanted to get a cool elf costume.
(Note that I had wised up by that point in the year. The only part of his costume that required any kind of craftiness was the belt.)
Now it's Sydney's turn.
Have I mentioned how much I love my wonderful, practical daughter?
She chose to be one of the Santas. Why was this her pick? Because she knew she already had a Mrs. Claus dress and wanted to wear it again.
Did you catch that? She considered what she already had in her closet and thought about how she could make the most of it.
Translation: Mom doesn't have to sew or shop.
How do I get her to teach this skill to AJ? What a gift that would be!
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