They made a grand entrance, all 25 of them, on stilts ...
to perform impressive wheels and marching formations, better than my calisthenics team when I was 12 and we had normal length legs.
This was followed by war (minus the stilts). An umbrella phalanx was formed, with Son #2 atop, leading the charge in his bright yellow raincoat. This was followed by a cream pie fight of which there is no photographic evidence as the audience, including your brave photographer, was busy ducking.
Parents gasped in terror and younger siblings yelped with delight as children flew and soared through the air. Some, smaller and lighter than their peers, flew the longest and highest. (Ahem. Their parents squealed the loudest).
There was lagerphone playing and stomping, musical accompaniment, human pyramids and tumbles, death defying feats of bravery and even a hilarious poetry reading from their stalwart teacher while the class stood behind him acting out the poem, culminating in a 'rainstorm' landing on the poet's head (Ahem. One of the cheeky bucket-wielders was my child).
It was FABULOUS. I spent the entire time half laughing and half crying.
And no clowns were harmed in the process. Thank heavens.
21 comments:
Looks like so much fun! Our girls do circus arts in the winter, but they haven't put on a circus yet.
How fabulous!
Fantastic! Isn't it amazing what kids can do with a little encouragement in the right direction?
that looks like so much fun...for them as well as parents...it's great to see them enjoying the moment...
WOW!!!!!!! That is stunning. I want to join that school and get me a couple of stilts and some clown make-up.
Brilliant.
I do wish I could have seen the pies though...
Good fun at this school.
I would have been most nervous about the stilts.
MAGNIFICO!!!!!
Walking on stilts was always a childhood dream of mine. Now I can see it's the dream of many...
What an amazing experience for you...and them!
PS-Never duck a cream pie. Just open wide...and close your eyes. That's my advice for the day.
The serious clown looks precisely like the sort of clown one would be unwise to attempt harming.
-J.
P.S. Why the half-crying part? Is this one of those thing where my Y chromosome renders me utterly hopeless?
Definitely a double x chromosome thing. I weep with pride and emotion every time a child of mine is on stage.
ps. the pies were mad with shaving foam. Blech.
Sounds fabulous! I know my heart would be in my mouth, watching stunts like you've described.
Cirque du solei watch out!
I weep with pride and emotion every time anyone's child is on stage. Motherhood does that to one. What a sweet wee clown, too!
Stilts!
Clowns!
Umbrellas!
Fab!
I'd love to run away with that circus!
And what a wonderful school that must be...inspiring.
What an amazing opportunity - I bet they remember it all their lives.
Hoopla! Your serious clown is right not to smile, white face make-up makes one's teeth look disgustingly yellow.
I was doing fine until I came to the clown. They're just wrong.
Niiiiice blog, over from Docwitch's...
You crazy Steiner mob
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