Still My Baby
Yep. That really happened. After a long work day we hopped in the car to battled the downtown traffic to get to the costume store. The kids were excited to get their costumes. I was excited to be done worrying about costumes. We walked in the door of the costume store and my 8 year old runs out screaming and crying. The dude that wants to be a demon or a death eater or whatever horrible thing he can think of is suddenly terrified by a witch and skelton display at a costume store. I mean....I tried to convince him to go back in. My attempts were futile.
Part of me was annoyed that we drove all that way and still didn’t have a costume picked out. The other part of me was giddy with mom glee that at heart, he is still my soft hearted, kind souled, baby.
Meanwhile, the whole drive home I had to listen to my 5 year old screaming “you ruined it, you ruined it, you ruined everything! It wasn’t even scary!” at the very top of her lungs...over and over.
Oh my babies. Love them.