It really doesn't matter the size of the part that your child has in the school play or nativity. It doesn't matter if they just take part in a song or a dance. It doesn't matter if they have a speaking part or not. It doesn't matter if they are talented or not. What matters is that your child is up there, taking part. What matters is the magic that a group of kids wearing teatowels, sheets and facial expressions which go from smiling goofiness, to borderline panic, to an almost furious concentration can create.
What matter is the tradition......
....and as such I have had a quick read of the ol good book and have unsuccesfully managed to find the bit where Joseph, standing to the rear of the room, manages to miss the entire birth of the baby Jesus but has a remarkably clear view of a huge cows arse who has stood up to film her calf who is waving maniacally from behind the manger...
...and now I'm the one in trouble apparently! As I told the police, I was merely trying to move her out of the way and totally forgot the tazer was in my hand..
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