It’s that time again when we take time off work to go see our little darlings in their school plays.
I doubt any nativity will be able to top last year, when my five year old son was cast as a donkey.
Being time-poor and cash..meh, I bought a semi-donkey fancy dress costume online. (God bless those corporate supermarkets, with their mass-produced, half-arsed answers to life’s little problems.)
The costume consisted of a furry gilet and hat with some ears. When it arrived, my Gok Wan tendencies kicked in – it was missing something. A tail!!
Foolishly, I stuffed a small grey sock (not small enough, it turned out) and sewed it onto the back of the costume. Still not right. I found some black felt, turned it into fringing and made an adorable little ‘swishy thing’ at the end of the tail. Perfect! Hmmm.
The day arrived and my little boy took to the stage like a natural. So much so, he got a bit giddy and insisted on being on stage throughout the whole performance. Ah well, he’s a donkey; it’s allowed. Plus let’s face it, I’d have to record the whole thing, and who wants to watch other people’s kids for an hour?
About halfway through, my little boy found his tail. He pulled it up between his legs to the front. It was a sock; it was stretchy. He swished it about. He played it like a guitar. He later told me it was his ‘little rock star.’
The parents were treated to ten minutes of Donkey Dong, while I struggled to keep the camcorder still, trying not to laugh. He showed his little rock star to Joseph, which was the last straw for our religious school. Virgin Mary didn’t get a peek, fortunately. Donkey Dong was literally dragged off the stage by his leg, where he fell into a pit of angels.
Oh well, something to tell the grandchildren…..
Youtube video here: watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=4FcSx9qVyiU
Donkey costume at Amazon