Wax Museum

After taking my birthday boy to lunch today, I hurried back to the school for my oldest's "Wax Museum." All the 4th graders dressed up as people from Utah's history, made posters or pamphlets and buttons to push, and then stood still by their display in the halls. You'd walk by and push the button on the desk and they'd give their little monologue about the person they were representing. Here's Chief Black Hawk. I stayed up late last night sewing the indian clothes and putting together his costume. He loved it. He just didn't love the actual monologuing he had to do in the hot hot hallways in his hot hot wig/racoon headdress.