A Morning at the Wax Museum

Here's something you would never do at home. The children (3rd grade) this week had a biography project. They had to choose someone dead, but famous and read about them, then make a poster, give a presentation and at the end of the week (and here is the challenge for the mums), dress up like them.  Initially, my blond haired blue eyed, pale skinned boy chose MLK.  My head dropped and my shoulders slumped.  That is one challenge too far. How do you do it without being offensive, so that people know who your person is?  Not to mention the clean up job after.  Time to email (God bless email) the teacher and beg ask for help in persuading him otherwise. Heaven forbid that he would do it because I asked him (without it costing me).  Anyhow, we settled on Thomas Edison. And to be fair to him he really rose to the challenge, embraced it and did an outstanding job.  He even took in a drawn picture of a light bulb, rather than the real thing, and I was smug deep down when another Thomas Edison, from a different class dropped his real light bulb.  I had to stop myself from rushing over to my Thomas Edison and say, 'there you go, aren't you pleased you drew yours!  It's a pity I didn't, because karma was out to get me for my bad thoughts and before too much longer the whole event was cut short when Mozart threw up. Nice.