What was once a very nice (and not so cheap) Dorothy costume was worn to school for storybook character day on Halloween and wound up with a torn petticoat. Also, our Dorothy felt "exposed" so insisted on wearing these black leggings. Hey, I talked her out of the camo leggings. What results is a pretty to' up looking Dorothy but in hindsight, what is the likelihood that the real Dorothy weathered the twister and came out looking picture perfect. Yet another Hollywood lie shoved down our throats lo' these many years. Sadie really didn't want to trick or treat. We started off early in the Halloween season wanting to be a pirate so I procured said pirate attire complete with requisite hat and eye patch. The kid wanted nothing to do with it. So I dug through the dress up box and wound up finding the bee costume which Zoe wore for dress up but never for Halloween. She wasn't really feeling the bee look either but she had to wear something. David foolishly thought she would walk. That lasted exactly one house. After that, mommy came to the rescue with the car. Even then she refused to ask for candy or say trick or treat or anything. She just sort of looked at them like, "isn't it enough I've degraded myself by wearing a bee costume? Just put the dum dum in the bag and let's leave it at that, K?" Afterwards, David took Zoë to a church trunk or treat while Sadie and I regained our composure at home.
Last weekend we took our annual trek to the Texas Renaissance Festival. We pack a huge picnic lunch and divide our day in half, taking a lunch break in the parking lot and recouping. Zoë's favorite show was The Mud Show. Sadie pretty much hated the whole thing. After our lunch tailgate party, David and Zoë went back in to ride some rides and shop for crystals (Zoë's going all metaphysical on us) while Sadie and I watched Blue's Big Musical Adventure. OK ... I was trying to get through Love in the Time of Cholera (great book but not a skimmer - you really have to pay attention). I looked up and found my child sans pants - just a shirt and diaper and a handy dandy notebook. She was seated so I reasoned that it was okay but after the movie she was standing up in the chair singing "twinkle twinkle" to passersby ... still in the diaper and shirt. Klassy. It was Dr. Pepper in the sippy cup shy of a true Britney Spears moment for me. After a few encores she passed out and I packed up our van and waited on David and Zoë to return from the comfort and privacy of inside of our vehicle in the parking lot of the Ren Fest. Who says we don't know how to party.
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