I had a moment of good parenting (or should I say guilt ridden parenting?) on Monday and I attended the kid’s school assembly. Of course this was after an argument about what was and wasn’t suitable to pass for a school uniform, when girl-child informed me that she was going to be singing in the choir at the school assembly and wanted to wear jeans instead of a skirt. A compromise was found, she wore something that loosely resembled a school uniform and I went along to the assembly to cheer her on.
As far as assembly goes, it was pretty decent but it was longer than usual, always convenient on a busy work day and the choir sang to celebrate the school’s 130th birthday. What I did notice when we arrived at school was that many of the students were wearing clothes other than school uniform – they were dressed up like they were going to school in the olden days. Clearly I missed that note!
Anyway, the motherguilt continued that night when I got home from work late and the kids declared they wanted to wear dress-ups to school for the rest of the week. I didn’t need a note, it was suggested during assembly so no chance to feign ignorance. We raided the dress-up box and found an old floral number that has never been worn for girl-child and I made an apron/pinafore for her to wear over the top of it. Boy-child was happy to wear an old shirt of mine with a vest over the top, a pair of jeans (yep, double standards, he could wear jeans to school but she couldn’t. In my defence, his were for an approved dress-up day and hers had been blinged! She did manage to sneakily wear them to school one day but I was too tired to argue and instead I pretended I didn’t notice.) and his dad’s cap.
This is what we came up with. (Please excuse the red eye, I am sure that was an issue in the olden days too!)
Naturally they needed props too.