Gets to choose the best outfit.
Mr. P's preschool is having their annual Christmas Pageant, with this year's theme being "Christmas Around the World" and as this is a Lutheran school, there is no tiptoeing around the holiday. No "Yuletide Around the World" or "Winter Festival Around the World" over here. It's straight up Christmas, and if you've got a problem with that, don't enroll your kid in a Christian school.
I am always early dropping him off to school because I am just anal like that about almost any appointment or obligation. I have yet to drop him off late. I know I just somehow put that curse out on myself, and it is now echoing through the cosmos, probably coming back to bite me in the ass on the day I need to take him to his SAT's.
So, there I am being all early and stuff, when I see that there is a sign-up sheet on the little table the teacher has set up outside the door. I pick it up, and it seems that this year the school is being anal as well, for there are actual outfits that must be worn to this year's Christmas Pageant. I look at the two choices for boys:
White Dress Shirt and Khaki Pants
Blue Dress Shirt, Blue Pants and Blue Suspenders
Blue Suspenders? I have no idea where you can even purchase blue suspenders around here. I can't even remember the last time I saw a child, or even a grown man wearing suspenders.
So of course, I sign up for the relatively easy white shirt and khaki pants.
I watched as some of the moms straggled in to class as I was getting in my car. And all I could think was, you are gonna be the chumps who have to go searching high and low for some suspenders that your kid will most likely never wear again.