I just find childrens' nativities, plays & concerts hilarious. I love watching what they get up to and how they react. Last week GS, 6, was the Angel Gabriel and delivered his lines very seriously at top speed, with his wings at a jaunty angle round his bottom while a junior angel, 5, had both forefingers stuck up each nostril (quite some feat) having a good old pick while standing on one leg ?. This week another GS, 8, sang the 1st verse of Once in Royal David's City quite beautifully in a candlelit church. I didn't feel weepy, just very proud. Maybe I'm a bit odd?