Friday, May 20, 2011
halloween and communion together?
...the marriage of halloween and communion.
...that's what happens when you completely forget about the second child until fifteen minutes before heading to your eldest son's communion service. After an exhaustive week of trying to find an emsemble with a thumb's up approval, I completely forgot about his little brother until it was too late. Of course he would want to dress up once he saw his brother all nice and spiffy. Of course he would insist on a shirt and tie as well. And shoes? Of course. Those need to be dressy as well.
...Thank goodness I had brought home two pairs of shoes for big A to try on. Sure, they were two sizes too large for little M, and if any attempt was made to go up stairs they would immediately fall off. He looked like he had skis for feet, but at least little M thought he looked cool. The shirt was found in a plastic bag of saved clothes from our ten year old neighbour, and the pants just barely stayed on. (thanks to the extra yards of fabric from the shirt that were tucked in)
...yes. it was definitely a sight for sore eyes, but he thought he looked as cool as his brother and Dad. And in the end, that's what matters....plus I couldn't stop smiling at the guy every time I glanced over. It felt like one of those perfect visuals from a Ramona Quimby book, and one that makes childhood memories so much fun. (for now, at least!)