For some reason, it was decided that particular year (1989) that the girls would play the shepherds and the boys would be the angels, and this caused my son a whole lot of 6-year-old angst. Although a shepherd's costume would have consisted of a bathrobe or some other type of long, flowing garment, he saw that role as masculine enough. But he felt very strongly that angel costumes were meant for girls.
"I don't want to wear a white dress!" he said, near tears.
He was really quite distressed, and to say he was reluctant to take part in the pageant is putting it mildly; if he could have gotten out of it altogether, he would have. So I promised him that I would try to come up with an angel get-up that bore absolutely no resemblance to a dress. Luckily, each mom was in charge of dressing her own little angel. And luckily, I was able to find white sweat pants to go with a white turtleneck--and as you can see, my son was one manly little angel. He was, in fact, the only boy among the Seraphim and Cherubim that night who was wearing pants.
Some might say that I should have just told him to man up and put on an angel's flowing white robe; after all, that's how all the other young ruffians were attired that night. But I felt I needed to respect his wishes on this one, and he went from reluctant to radiant, all because he was wearing pants. Look at that angelic smile!