"Mmmmm, I'm jealous," I said, sliding a frozen meal into the microwave. We were planning to leave town early the next day and Ada and I had spent the morning cleaning and packing.
"Why don't you come meet me?"
"We'll be there in twenty minutes!"
I walked into the restaurant carrying Ada and Paul burst out laughing. What? What?! Was I wearing slippers out in public again? Did I forget to finger comb my hair?
No, apparently Paul was reacting to the way Ada dressed for the occasion. (Here she is faux-texting Nana after lunch. Note the Halloween candy necklace, which really makes the look.)
And here's how she modified the outfit a few hours later when she was done being a cowgirl and ready to be a fairy princess.
I think Ellie might be fighting off a cold; her cheeks have been really rosy this week. Here she is, just relaxing in bed, reading a tabloid. (Actually, it's Women's World, which I'm checking out as a potential market for a short mystery story.)
Why is playing "sleep" so much more fun than the real thing for my children?
1 comment:
It really is funny how they all cling to "sleep" as a fun game, but when it's time to put it into action there is grief. As you saw last week, sometimes I find it easier to give up and join her, though that is typically only when vacation is happening and things are awry. We did the co-sleeping thing for two years to avoid the night time woes.
I LOVE Ada's outfit. We've sent Abby to school in such craziness. I would rather they have their own style than fight to get certain clothes on. Most days, anyway!
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