It’s okay, you can say it, RR is the cutest firefighter you’ve ever seen. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re such a softie.
School doesn’t have a costume parade or Halloween celebration like we’ve had in the past so RR won’t be stretched whisper-thin by the time we pick her up to trick-or-treat. Exhibit one (cute pic to boot!).
I also didn’t sew a stitch this year. Good, I think, given the state of the room where the sewing machine is. I don’t even want to know which part of our Feng Shui that room is affecting. It’s like a hurricane hit. We’re preparing to take loads of baby clothes to my sister and there are memories, tears and happiness splashed all over that room.
Since RR is enamored with rescue vehicles, she already had a pair of galoshes that looked like fire boots and a yellow rain jacket with fire station-esque emblems on it. Our friends tossed in a hat and we touched her up with some soot and she was herself only more fire-y. As you know, this has been our costume strategy in the past. Exhibit two.
We’ve been practicing our trick-or-treating techniques over breakfast this week.
Me: (knock, knock)
RR: WHO’S THERE?
Me: (whispering) Say trick-or-treat.
Me: (Pretending to give candy) Aren’t you a cute firefighter?
RR: FANK YOU! HAPPY HAYOWEEN!
RR left for school with imaginary candies in her hands each morning. Halloween and three. I’m not sure it gets better than that.