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Dec. 18th, 2011 10:43 pm"I'm sorry honey, Peppa Pig isn't in this show, it's a nativity." Guppy explains to Coral, as they head into the school hall. The little girl looks rather disgruntled, and Guppy hopes they're not about to have a repeat of her earlier Peppa Pig-related tantrum in the supermarket.
"We'll stick a pig on the program." Frogspawn whispers.
A small, immaculately dressed 'Shepherd' hands them a program, and greets them with 'Good Evening, Merry Christmas'.
"Awwww." Frogspawn says, as quietly as she can manage.
"Careful, we'll have his parents over." Guppy whispers back to her, sticking a pig sticker on the program. There's been a certain amount of... school gate rivalry emerging of late, apparently to see whose three-year-old can do the most extra-curricular activities. Fry has so far not been involved in any - school alone is a lot of social stimulation for him.
"Point." Frogspawn whispers back. "Patrick might be cute but if I have to listen to his dad telling me to enrol Fry in his football club one more time I might explode."
"Where is Fry anyway? Does he have a little job to do too?" Guppy asks, looking around for his son. He spots the boy standing next to the manger, wearing his king costume, and talking at the child standing next to him.
"Aw, has he made a friend?" Frogspawn asks.
They hover for a moment, watching to see what happens. The other kid's mother is standing nearby, and suddenly goes to remove her child from Fry's side.
"Huh, what was that for?" Guppy asks, looking at the rather hurt and bewildered expression on Fry's face. He wanders casually over past the other parent.
"Look." the other mum says, "I don't want to interfere with your... 'truthful' parenting style, but I really don't think it's appropriate for Alexander to be telling other kids where babies come from."
"Oh, I'm sorry..." Frogspawn says, as the other parent goes off. She sighs and looks at Guppy. "Do you ever feel like you need retraining?"
"No." Guppy says. "Look, we're getting caught up in the rivalry here. If we're going to be honest with Alex when he asks us questions, he's going to tell other people. He doesn't know enough details to tell anyone anything traumatising."
They sit down in their allotted seat, and soon the music starts. Most of the play is narrated by a teacher, with the children moving in mostly the right direction and the occasional ad lib. Fry emerges from the back of the hall with the other kings, and strides confidently down the hall with his 'gold'. Guppy grins, wondering whether he'll get his single line right.
"We followed the star. Where's the baby?" Fry says, nice and loud, with just a little bit of prompting to say it facing the audience.
"Behind you!" Coral shouts unexpectedly from the audience, to general laugher.
"Don't shout out honey, that's for pantomimes." Fran whispers. But it doesn't seem to matter, and the rest of the performance goes well.
"Good job." Guppy says, when he collects Fry at the end. "You said your line nice and loud."
"Yeah, I was best." Fry says, with the confidence associated with knowing one is the centre of the universe.
"The others were good too." Guppy says. "But we're very proud of you."
"Can I have a penguin for Christmas?"
"Still no."
"We'll stick a pig on the program." Frogspawn whispers.
A small, immaculately dressed 'Shepherd' hands them a program, and greets them with 'Good Evening, Merry Christmas'.
"Awwww." Frogspawn says, as quietly as she can manage.
"Careful, we'll have his parents over." Guppy whispers back to her, sticking a pig sticker on the program. There's been a certain amount of... school gate rivalry emerging of late, apparently to see whose three-year-old can do the most extra-curricular activities. Fry has so far not been involved in any - school alone is a lot of social stimulation for him.
"Point." Frogspawn whispers back. "Patrick might be cute but if I have to listen to his dad telling me to enrol Fry in his football club one more time I might explode."
"Where is Fry anyway? Does he have a little job to do too?" Guppy asks, looking around for his son. He spots the boy standing next to the manger, wearing his king costume, and talking at the child standing next to him.
"Aw, has he made a friend?" Frogspawn asks.
They hover for a moment, watching to see what happens. The other kid's mother is standing nearby, and suddenly goes to remove her child from Fry's side.
"Huh, what was that for?" Guppy asks, looking at the rather hurt and bewildered expression on Fry's face. He wanders casually over past the other parent.
"Look." the other mum says, "I don't want to interfere with your... 'truthful' parenting style, but I really don't think it's appropriate for Alexander to be telling other kids where babies come from."
"Oh, I'm sorry..." Frogspawn says, as the other parent goes off. She sighs and looks at Guppy. "Do you ever feel like you need retraining?"
"No." Guppy says. "Look, we're getting caught up in the rivalry here. If we're going to be honest with Alex when he asks us questions, he's going to tell other people. He doesn't know enough details to tell anyone anything traumatising."
They sit down in their allotted seat, and soon the music starts. Most of the play is narrated by a teacher, with the children moving in mostly the right direction and the occasional ad lib. Fry emerges from the back of the hall with the other kings, and strides confidently down the hall with his 'gold'. Guppy grins, wondering whether he'll get his single line right.
"We followed the star. Where's the baby?" Fry says, nice and loud, with just a little bit of prompting to say it facing the audience.
"Behind you!" Coral shouts unexpectedly from the audience, to general laugher.
"Don't shout out honey, that's for pantomimes." Fran whispers. But it doesn't seem to matter, and the rest of the performance goes well.
"Good job." Guppy says, when he collects Fry at the end. "You said your line nice and loud."
"Yeah, I was best." Fry says, with the confidence associated with knowing one is the centre of the universe.
"The others were good too." Guppy says. "But we're very proud of you."
"Can I have a penguin for Christmas?"
"Still no."
