Planet disco

On Friday I took Isabelle and Aidan to the school disco. They have them about three times a year.

I was interested to see what all the children wore. Some were in what could be called Sunday best. Others wore dress ups (ballet tutus, superman outfits etc). I suspect most ensembles were carefully chosen.

My children's interpretations of "disco best" were as follows. Isabelle wore her ballet character shoes (that have little heels), black mini skirt with black leggings, a white top made by her cousin with matching scrunchie, and her new African butterfly hair clip.

Aidan wore his rugby shorts and his rugby top (turned inside out). I saw at least one other rugby top there.

The disco passed in a blur of sausages in bread, flashing lights, sugary treats, high-pitched screaming and whirring light sabres (the latter being glow sticks, but really, how could they not be light sabres?).

Unfortunately for me, already my children are too old to want to dance with their mother. So I had to do the YMCA all by myself, which was probably far more embarrassing for them.

Fortunately Susan and Ruth let me dance with them down the back at the end.