Looking at you, Elsa.
There will be tantrums and foot stamping. Petty name-calling and nastiness. Social media slanders and tantrums (oh so many tantrums.)
No, it’s not Mark Latham at the Melbourne Writers Festival.
It’s Book Week.
And it has descended upon us with full force.
Just as many of us were finally dislodging the left-over sequins from the Easter Hat Parade ‘Book Week’ arrives throwing us into a frenzy of who-can-be-the-most-creative-mum.
Book Week is the ultimate way to work out which mum is allowing the kids to play Angry Bird on her Iphone and who has downloaded the ABC Reading Eggs app.
There are the mums who spend weeks preparing, scouring the aisles of Spotlight and those of us who panic the night before and start frantically googling “Easy Book Week Costumes” while debating whether their child would be scarred for life if mum conveniently “forgot” just this once. (They won’t remember in a few months time will they?)
It is the clear and final determinant of who is a COMMITTED PARENT.
As you watch the swathes of shiny blue polyester marching through your suburb this week, don’t be deterred from your commitment to creating the ultimate costume.
Just because the rest of us have reasoned to ourselves that Elsa really IS an appropriate costume doesn’t mean you should listen to your daughter’s pleas of but-mum-all-the-other-girls-are-going-as-Elsa.