|Picking out materials at our|
Unschooler Craft Shindig.
|WWII army boat built out of|
"I kind of want to be in the fashion show. But don't say anything out loud so anyone can hear you."
Now, my 9 year old son is into a great many things. Playing army, WWII and all things military, natural disasters, video games, football, hockey, basketball, legos, legos and more legos...to name a few. Fashion shows are not something that had ever come up before. And being that he's generally on the shy, *don't look at me or draw any kind of attention to me in any way* side, I will admit to being a teeny tiny bit surprised by his murmured confession. But after an awkwardly whispered conversation, we headed down the stairs to see if there might be a chance he could join in on upcoming fashion show.
It didn't seem to bother the girls that my son wished to participate. We received our little tour of the to-be runway, etc., and got instructions about what outfits he'd need (hipster, fancy and summer). Mind you, this boy of mine pretty much maintained a mostly disinterested look on his face the ENTIRE TIME. No big deal. Whatever. (Don't look at me.)
Yep, I thought, it's gonna be interesting to see how this turns out.
|Modeling his hipster look.|
As we were paying (and after one more whispered, "are you going to tell her I'm in a fashion show?"), I let the lady know that this handsome young man next to me who had helped pick out these funky and fancy outfits was going to be in a fashion show next week. She oooh'd and aaah'd and asked curious questions and generally looked sufficiently impressed - enough to please this 9 year old boy of mine (even though he barely cracked a smile throughout the whole conversation).
|All dressed up.|
In retrospect, I guess I really shouldn't have been so shocked. I mean seriously, he does have two older sisters and a mom who watch shows like What Not to Wear, Say Yes to the Dress, Project Runway and Dancing with the Stars. I also seem to remember a brief snippet in time (long, long ago) where he was very much into putting on little dance routines in our living room...complete with blaring music, an Indiana Jones fedora, mid-routine stripped off shirt a la Dancing with the Stars, and an impressive flashlight light show courtesy of an older sister.
|Camo themed "summer look".|
On the ride home after our exciting Fashion Show Extravaganza, my handsome little modeling dude critiqued everyone else's performances. Who paused the right amount time, who went too fast, how you needed to give the announcer time to read the description of your outfit and to hold a pose long enough so the audience could take pictures.
My my, one fashion show under his belt and already he's quite the expert.