For several days, we've been working on elements of a Viking costume for Son's social studies class. His Viking name is to be Sax the Mankiller. Right now, I would have guessed his name to be "Sax the 'why are your jeans in the middle of the living room floor?'"
After recycling the tunic from his Link costume, making a Viking helmet out of posterboard, and struggling with some thick cloth for the pants that kept BREAKING NEEDLES AND THREAD ON MY SEWING MACHINE, we finally got the pieces together last night. Around bedtime, Son said, "Oh, I forgot. I need a cape for my costume."
At least it's not due today.
That's Icelandic up there.