Perhaps you have forgotten the gut-churning feeling of being utterly humiliated. If you’d like a reminder, feel free to take my child to church with you and attempt to have him participate in a holiday pageant.

The good news is that he thought the rehearsal was WICKED FUN. The bad news is that we are now family non-grata in the pageant community. Actually, if I’m perfectly fair, Keeghan was very good. They’d probably have him back.

It was all downhill from the moment Ian asked the prop coordinator for a knife.

First of all, Ian really wanted to sing along with the holiday songs. But he doesn’t know them and can’t yet read the song sheet. So he kept randomly interjecting the ABC song. When asked not to do that (by me) he started climbing furniture.

Also, you’ll be surprised to learn that roaring and stomping like a T-Rex does not add anything to the human menorah/dreidel portion of the festivities.

I, personally won’t be trying this again any time soon, but if your church happens to be producing Godzilla of Nazareth, I am willing to give you a good deal on Ian’s participation.

Don’t let the picture fool you… He was Mr. Hyde all day.