Why does Little Miss Muffet wear pants with ruffles?
“Mom,” I say. “You make me look crazy.”
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Goofy poofy pantaloons
Posted in 3 years 5 months, Getting dressed, Halloween, Holidays, Pictures, Talking, Year Four: 2009-2010 on October 31, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Pumpkin pie
Posted in 3 years 5 months, Eating, Halloween, Holidays, Pictures, Year Four: 2009-2010 on October 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Pumpkin pie. Pizza pie.
It’s all the same. On Halloween.
Spooky cookie castle
Posted in 3 years 5 months, Halloween, Holidays, Pictures, Year Four: 2009-2010, crafts on October 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The icing is too thin. It runs down the side of the house.
Perfect for a haunted house.
Don’t you think?
That’s a wrap
Posted in 3 years 5 months, Getting dressed, Halloween, Holidays, Year Four: 2009-2010, logic on October 28, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Trick or treating in the dorms.
Is easy candy.
Box o’ bubbles
Posted in 3 years 5 months, Dad, Pictures, Talking, Year Four: 2009-2010, imagination on October 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
A big package comes in the mail.
Is it for me? I ask Dad.
“No,” Dad says. And takes out the part of a car. “But you can have the box.”
That’s even better, I think.
I jump in and take a bubble bath.
and
Flashlight fun
Posted in 3 years 5 months, Big kid, Reading, Year Four: 2009-2010, following directions, tagged bravery on October 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom and I crawl under my bed covers. I turn on the flashlight.
Mom opens a book. She reads the first page.
About a monster.
Then I flip up a tab. And shine my light on the beast that now stands on the tip top of the page.
I see his shadow on the ceiling.
Ewwww. Scary, I giggle.
“Now [...]
Basement adventure
Posted in 3 years 5 months, Big kid, Dad, Miss Independent, Talking, Year Four: 2009-2010, tagged bravery on October 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Where’s Dad, I wonder. In his work shop, I think.
I open the door to the basement and head down the stairs. I can’t open the door to the garage. So I turn right.
And walk through basement. In the dark. Past shadows and shapes. Of things.
A big box hums. Loudly. I am scared. I run past [...]
