Oscar returned to the fold of nursery yesterday. He was quite happy about it, particularly as he got escorted there by daddy, and they went the back way, which involves lots of twisty hedges, and if I know daddy, lots of high speed shenanigins to delight a small boy’s heart.
He was terribly impressed by the fact that nursery is all Halloweened up. He is very excited by Halloween this year, after years of indifference and absolute refusal to get dressed up. In previous years he sneered at the idea of dressing up as being something only social inadequates would need to do. ‘But mama. I am JUST OSCAR.’
All this has now changed. He decided that he would be a blue ghost a few weeks ago when we were making costumes. This week he changed his mind. He has been pestering me for a skeleton costume. It isn’t easy to make a skeleton costume at short notice. I explained this and he was actually quite relaxed about it. A blue ghost would be an acceptable substitute, if not the ideal Halloween costume.
Yesterday on my way to the supermarket with granny we stopped at a local charity shop, and they miraculously had a skeleton costume just right for a small boy.
There is a party at nursery today. It is a fancy dress party. When Oscar discovered that I had indeed pulled the skeleton costume out of the bag at the last moment, my glory knew no bounds. He was totally impressed of me.
I was quite impressed of myself.
This morning he was bouncing around the kitchen dressed as a skeleton,telling granny all about it.
‘Granna. Look at me, look at me. I am a skeleton.’
‘That’s nice dear.’
‘Yes, I am a people skeleton. That means that I was a human people once.’
‘Yes. That’s right.’
‘I was a human people and then I died. I died in a horrible way, because I have blood on me. See.’ (said in a tone of great relish)
‘Hmmm. Lovely.’
‘Yes, and then all my bones came out and that is why I am a people skeleton. It’s brilliant.’
Then he started practising his skeleton voice. Apparently skeletons sound all creaky and bony, a bit like this:
‘Scrrrrsssss, Mrrssshhhssss, Krksssssssss’
Suitably skeletal, I’m sure you will agree.
Granny thinks he will have nightmares. I am not so sure.
I had one about having to present Blue Peter with James May last night, and nobody could have predicted that.
I found small persons to be extremely bloodthirsty yet only to be afeared of things that might possibly live under their beds or climb through their windows at night – and as we have 3 storeys with them at the top that was pretty unlikely.
Alienne
We’ve had three storeys too. Tilly was afraid of them coming in through the pipes and burrowing through the walls though. You can’t win.