There are few things that drive me more up the wall than 'dressing up days' at school. This is mainly because I am told about them with little more than 24 hours notice (or so it seems). Even with notice, it creeps up on me unawares and becomes a last-minute panic. It is also because I am pretty hopeless and utterly unskilled in creating outfits.
We settled for her being a ragamuffin urchin with a flat cap on and torn T-shirt + leggings.
"And green coming out of my bottom," he said.
This is a statement to make most mothers stop in their tracks.
"She eats cabbage," he explained, "and farts cabbage."
"Oh," I reply. I rack my brain to think of where I might find some green material to sew on, and scratch my head as I wonder how I'm going to do that with no hours left in my day.
Then: my eureka moment.
"Why don't we buy a cabbage and fasten cabbage leaves to your T-shirt?"
And so we did.
And why was this a success? (Other than placating my son, of course!)
He won a Headteacher's Award for his costume!
I like to think that I won it really...