Three Little Pigs

“Mum, we’re doing a show called Three Little Pigs,” the twins cried last week as they raced in the door.

“Oh cool, what part are you playing?” I asked.
”We’re the houses.” 

“Oh.”

“I’m the stick house,” went on Miss Six.

“And I’m the brick house,” added Master Six.

“What is everyone else?”

“Well they’re mostly singing and playing instruments,” they informed.

“Would you like to be doing that?” I asked them.

“No, being a house is cool. This is how I fall down when the wolf blows the house down,” Miss Six demonstrated a rather carefully choreographed descent.

I must admit, after taking part in a musical a few years back, I had aspirations of my kids starring in some shows themselves, but playing the role of a house wasn’t quite what I had in mind.

However, come Wednesday, the day of the show, I was pleasantly surprised to see the houses were, indeed, quite an important role. 

With five classes featuring in the junior show, the majority made up the chorus and were based on the floor in front of the stage. And there were my little twinnies, standing tall on the stage, proud as punch and waving madly in my direction.

By the looks of their chequered costumes, Miss Six had now been promoted to a brick house (the door no less), like her brother so would not need to make her graceful fall after-all. And the houses got to sing.

She took it all very seriously and did not crack a smile the whole time, while her brother, who was meant to be holding his arms up to form the roof, grinned and waved.

The show was a delight and the narration, read by five and six-year-olds, impressive.

Around me, parents were like kids with ants in their pants, popping up and down from their seats to proudly take photos of their kids or filming the show from ipads.

Because I thought my two would be obscured as a house, it hadn’t occurred to me to bring a camera but I soon whipped out my phone and, full of pride myself, joined them.