having three children means that I've done my stint with seven years each at primary school and the requirements it places on a parent - it was with a sigh of relief on my part when, one by one, my three moved up to secondary school, as it meant that I, so I thought, would NEVER AGAIN have to contribute to World Book Day; don't get me wrong, I'm all for it - books and reading (as you know) and I initially enjoyed the primary school aspect of this one special day, as, being the middle-class well-meaning mother I was, my children had a very well equipped dressing-up box; what I wasn't up for was the competitive nature of prizes for best costume: what happens to children whose mother's are not able to provide a proper dressing up box? hardly fair to penalise the child, is it!
at secondary school the pressures are even worse no longer is every mother quivering and shaking in her proverbial footwear as to whether or not her small beloved(s) will be at least recognisable and at best prize-winning. . . no no no it's far worse than that, one quivers and shakes as one waves goodbye to the child on the doorstep, as they not only have to survive the day having first travelled to school on public transport but then are subject to peer pressure (teen peer pressure is almost the same as the pressure middle class mothers place upon each other, only far far worse)
over the years, between my three, we've had a prize-winning hat wearing cat. . .
but back to today - the boys aren't at school (something to do with teachers needing training) and even if they were I'd think there'd be a revolt about having to wear clothes dictated by a book; Mini-Teen has decided to go for the costume of the film of the book, rather than do it properly (she sorted the costume herself, I wasn't going to quibble) (altho I did have to spend almost an hour in hair and make-up with her) (at seven o'clock in the morning) (ho hum) (my other contribution was to make a flamingo croquet mallet for her, altho - sensibly - I'd prepared that one earlier in the week)
and who did she go as, I hear you ask! you can't guess?
off with your head!
who would you
dress up as?