Son #2’s class play was last week.
I managed to recycle last year’s costume, which was a sort of robe-type thing made out of an old white sheet with a woollen belt round his middle. He was The Little Sage on the Mountain in that play, which incidentally, filled him with anxiety when he first was allotted his role.
Oh Mummy, I’m playing a herb!
I made him a garland of sage leaves to go with the costume that year.
A witty touch, I thought.
And it looked cherubic, uh I mean ... wise and sage-like, with his long blonde hair.
Anyway this year’s play was a biblical story.
The story of Moses.
Son #2 played Aaron, Moses’ brother.
He got to bang a stick on the floor and shout Let my people go!
He also played his violin, quite beautifully, in the scene where the Pharoah of Egypt ponders the Israelites’ future.
I managed to re-use the sage costume by dipping it in tea until it turned a pleasing shade of beige, and sewing him a cloak from an old chenille bedspread.
He will use the cloak this summer as a pool and beach robe too.
Cos it’s fun to embarrass one’s small children sometimes.