Here's YaYa joining her class for a song and then reciting a portion of text for the first station of the cross. She read clearly, loudly, and with emotion. She inherited her Mother's speaking skills, that's for sure.
LuLu's class did the 5th Station, and she was a reader as well. She was loud and clear, but was nervous and sped through the text. Odd that my most socially adept kid is the one with the most stage fright (which isn't saying much; they are all limelight hogs).
The Smiley played Jesus for the 12th Station. Lisa crafted the costume from an old sheet, and made the crown of thorns by purchasing a twig wreath, deconstructing it, and then wiring the crown together. Naturally, the next day we found a ready made wreath at the dollar store! It figures, eh?
He did swell. It's a shame Lisa wasn't there to see it, but as a Lutheran she's always been genuinely disturbed at the notion of a congregation yelling "Crucify him!" during Easter week. It has never bothered me, as I grew up with Passion plays, but I also think its important to remind us that we - as a species - were the cause of Christ's death, not a group of random Jews and Romans 2000 years ago.