Last Friday my son woke up half an hour early and said that he had had a dream where he had danced a unicorn-dance with A, a girl from preschool, and that he needed to make Cinderella-princess-crowns out of metal and wood right now. And then glue paper to them to add color.
Since my husband and I had been to a very, very loud nicotine-infected concert the night before all I managed was, “Um. Not right now.” I was so grateful that my mother-in-law had said she’d make him breakfast and take him to preschool and so I took him upstairs and went back to bed.
Grandmothers seem to be more patient than mothers because in the evening he proudly showed me this:
Cinderella-Princess-Unicorn-Crowns modeled by Teddy and Mikesch, the Cat
And there would be a play and the unicorns would dance and there would be aparty. And that he would go and make scenery with his father on Saturday. (We had persuaded him to wait until the next morning.) And that I should go and prepare the food and freeze it.
On Saturday morning he woke up, early again, and told me to go and sew the costumes now. While he would build scenery in the cellar with my husband. And that he had already started on that.
In his room I saw that he had started to draw a “castle” on the big piece of cardboard that we use in lieu of a blackout blind so he doesn’t wake up too early. He even had tried to cut out pinnacles. Actually he woke us to say that he needed the big scissors. Fortunately I could discourage further cutting and promised to buy a real blackout blind soon so he could use the cardboard for his play.
All my poor tired husband wanted was a little sleep. So I told my son with all the authority I could muster that real theatre people always make sketches of everything. Costumes, scenery and who’s supposed to be where. Here they are:
The story of the play goes like this:
Two female unicorns are having a wedding. They have a picknick. Suddenly there is a knight who hurts the unicorns.
The Knight’s Costume
The unicorns say, “Oh, don’t hurt us, knight, we are very nice unicorns.”
The knight stops.
All this is happening in front of a castle: