was a bust. Where did it all go wrong? It started when Oma couldn’t find the girls’ ballerina outfits from last Halloween. I mentioned that it might be too small, but I was poohed along. I looked in the car, Jory looked in Oma’s room, I looked in Oma’s room, Oma looked in her room. No ballerina outfits.
Then Oma was upset I hadn’t looked under the dining room table. Cause I’m suppose to know that’s where the outfits should be. Last I saw them, they were in an old jumbo diaper box along with other dress up outfits. Oma looked under the table, not there. Halloween morning, minutes before she was to leave, Oma searched boxes in her room and EUREKA! I saw them and I said, maybe they should wear the Belle and Tinkerbell outfits, but I was shot down. The girls wanted to be ballerinas.
Jory no longer wanted to be a soccer player because he his soccer ball was flat, and I would have pumped it but his Oma blew up our air thingy trying to pump a tire. Don’t ask.
So I ironed his Fireman shirt that we bought at a CBS sale and his NYFD t-shirt, that he loves. I figured that with his blue khaki pants and black shoes, he’d look like a fireman. He was all set to go.
I was cleaning up the kitchen at work when a co-worker came in, asked about the kids, which led to her asking me about my daughter’s adoption, and that was the end. Three hours later when I got home, Halloween was over. Thank God, my mom stopped at my aunt’s and she gave the girls’ candy and that Jory’s old teacher gave the girls candy for Jory.
Oma did tell me the girls couldn’t go out at school because when they changed into their outfits, Rowan’s was too little. Shocking, huh? And her little butt cheek was hanging out. I guess the girls won’t be ballerinas next year.
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