We lysol the costumes each year. And rinse a little. But we can’t actually put them in the washing machine due to all of the fur, cotton, string, tails, etc. They just put the costumes on over their regular clothes – hence, the larger size. So far, no outbreaks of lice, either. I’m sure it will happen now that I’ve typed that. But it’s okay. As the director, I do not wear a hat. And it’s Memorial Day weekend so my kids have three days to take care of any shampooing needs that may come up.
My partner and I have to beg the librarian for the use of the stage every year.
I guess beg is the wrong word.
I think a better word would be bribe.
We get her gift cards.
But she makes little comments every now and then about how she can’t get the songs out of her head or when is this thing going to be over.
We try to rehearse during her lunch hour.
Not because we’re afraid of her or anything silly like that . . . just so that we don’t bother her. This year, she took the week off. Hmmmm. I wonder what that’s about? I am positive she missed seeing the show. And the rehearsals. And the kids running around the library.
Our rehearsals went great. Just great. With the exception of one day in which I had to pull two kids off the stage for goofing around. Turns out I AM evil as one of my boys with special needs decided to call me when I took away his shoebox filled with a lego creation that he tried to sneak down to recess. It’s really hard to sneak a shoebox, by the way. I may be dumb, but I know a shoebox is not a snack.
The day of our play, though, was a different story.
One of my trolls fell down in the middle of it.
I’d love to say he fell because of his shoelaces. Or because another kid got too close to him. Or because he’s clumsy and that’s what first graders do.
But I can’t.
We have our trolls stand on chairs behind the bridge so that they can be seen above everyone when we’re all singing.
And he fell off the chair.
I don’t know how it happened, but we heard a loud BANG! and then he disappeared from sight.
It was actually a cool trick.
But it wasn’t supposed to happen.
I heard a little giggling.
And then I heard crying.
A lot. More than a lot. He did the ugly cry and then he couldn’t stop.
And he had a solo and he couldn’t do it. He came out from behind the bridge with the reddest face you’ve ever seen and the hiccup-sobbing-type of cry.
So my first troll got to go twice and he basically stole the show.
I had the fallen troll come sit next to my partner and I. Down in front.
Well, his mom decided she should try to comfort him.
Even though he was down on the carpet IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.
So she came all the way to the front and then bent over to talk to him.
IN THE FRONT.
No squatting. Or kneeling. Or even bending a little.
I’m talking BENT OVER AND TOUCHED HER TOES BENT OVER.
And she’s . . . well, let’s just say . . . can I say?
Let me think.
I’ll say it.
Baby Got Back.
One of my other parents told me that there is a full moon blocking her kids (she has twins in my class0 on her taping of the show for about five solid minutes. And the play is only about 15 minutes total.
And our performance was in the morning so I’m not sure how that full moon got on there.
But other than that . . . the play went off without a hitch.