Mr. A Has a Christmas Program

About two weeks ago (on a Tuesday), Mr. A came home with a piece of paper that said: "Your child will be an innkeeper in the school's Christmas program. Please gather a costume together. It would be helpful if you could have this by the dress rehearsal on Thursday." Come again? You want me to throw together a costume in one day? With my schedule?

He didn't make it for the dress rehearsal. I had to stop by Asda (UK equivalent of WalMart) on my way home from class to pick up a dressing gown for him. I grabbed a small all-white one from the women's section, figuring I could use it afterward. They didn't have any plain ones in the little sections.

The day of his first performance, he came home and said, "The kids laughed at me when I put on my costume." It was more stated, and I could tell he wasn't REALLY upset by it. I kind of fluffed his hair and said they were probably laughing because he looked silly wearing a robe at school, but it probably wasn't malicious, and sometimes we can't help but laugh at things.

The night of his performance (the following day), M set off with Mr. A early, because he had to be there 30 minutes before the show started. I stayed with Mini-Minion, intending to catch the bus and get there about 10 minutes early. Stupid, stupid 419. Freaking stupid 419. I wasn't joking when I said it was the bane of my existence. I HATE that bus. It didn't show up. It finally arrived AFTER Mr. A's performance started. There was another 419 directly behind it (the one that was on time). I wanted to scream.

I honestly can't tell you what the performance was about. It was obviously supposed to be the story of Jesus' birth, but. . .yeah. I don't even know what was going on. The kids were cute, though! But they were doing all these things. . .and I can't even tell you what these "things" were. It was just the most inventive retelling ever.

Oh, Mr. A. . .right at the end of the program, I got a good look at Mr. A standing up. And then I realized that not only was the women's small WAAAAY to big for him (hilariously big), but it had HEARTS all over it. I wanted to fall through the floorboards for him. As it was, I laughed. And he caught me laughing. He knew. Not only did I fail to get him his costume in time for the dress rehearsal and come way late to his show, but I also dressed him in a woman's dressing gown with hearts all over it. Parenting fail.

I talked to M later, and said, "Oh my God. You do realize his robe has hearts all over it?" M said, "Yeeah. I saw that. It's probably why the other kids were laughing at him."

Probably. And this is just another thing to add to the list for his eventual therapist to deal with, I'm sure.

The moment I was caught laughing.

But then again, maybe not. Because I don't know if I've mentioned this yet or not, but I have one of the coolest kids ever born. What I did to deserve him, I don't know. But he is insanely awesome, and I'm so lucky he's mine.

But Mr. A is SO cool, he loves me anyway.