We went on our second trick-or-treating trip down main street on Halloween afternoon. All the businesses pass out treats. It was fun and the weather was just right. We were able to walk from our house. Kyle is superman, Kayla is little red riding hood, and Rachel is a super hero.
Rachel was torn. She's been ready for several weeks to be a ballerina; but when it came time, and she was all dressed in her uncomfortable tights, her leotard, ballet shoes, and bun in her hair, she felt certain this was not for her. In fact, she stood in front of the mirror with tears rolling down her cheeks, crying, "I don't want to be a bawoweena!" So she decided she wanted to be a super hero. We found these wonderful dress-ups that grandma had made, a scarf made a cape, and walah...a super hero.
Rachel and I were in charge of Kayla's class party. Kayla was nice enough to let Rachel join her in the snacks and games.
Rachel was torn. She's been ready for several weeks to be a ballerina; but when it came time, and she was all dressed in her uncomfortable tights, her leotard, ballet shoes, and bun in her hair, she felt certain this was not for her. In fact, she stood in front of the mirror with tears rolling down her cheeks, crying, "I don't want to be a bawoweena!" So she decided she wanted to be a super hero. We found these wonderful dress-ups that grandma had made, a scarf made a cape, and walah...a super hero.
Rachel and I were in charge of Kayla's class party. Kayla was nice enough to let Rachel join her in the snacks and games.
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