My handsome young man was Prince Charming.
I was sent out (last week, late, ill-planned, and frazzled) one evening to
I bought him black dress pants, a long white t-shirt (tunic?), and a purple scarf to tie his tunic with. His teacher added her fifth grader's dress jacket to the costume. He had made a crown for himself.
He was handsome and charming.
Hilariously, however, throughout the entire play he channeled a disaffected teenager. While he sat, he sat with legs splayed and looked bored. While everyone stood, sang, and did the cute, coordinated hand movements (made grand smiley gestures with hands whilst singing about smiles) - he stood on one foot, arms crossed, and mouthed the words.
He was engaged and charming while slipping the slipper onto Cinderella's foot - then, swaggered back to his place on the riser.
A few times, I caught his eye, then I could make him break into a giant grin. Other than that, my boy was just too cool for all of it.