Given his love of the sport, I assumed that Patrick would love to be a basketball for Halloween. But the truth is that the poor kid looked as pregnant as me when we put the costume on him, and even the attempted bribe of an ice cream cone was not enough to convince him to give it a shot. We did get one picture (thanks Dinah and Josh) before abandoning six weeks of my handiwork to the stroller at the Del Ray Halloween parade.
There is one part of the costume that Patrick adores, much to Donald’s dismay: the tight black leggings I bought him to wear under the basketball. Patrick thinks these are his “Halloween pants” and wore them happily for the rest of the day, noting that cousin Sophie was also wearing Halloween pants (black tights) under her bumble bee costume.
Once I got over the heartache of an unloved costume and the further indignation of someone remarking on our nice “pumpkin” costume we had a great time. After the prize winners were announced Patrick caused quite a stir in our immediate vicinity with his unique dancing moves: his shoulder shrug, trademark elbow pump, and pivoting around on one foot.
Later, at home, Patrick and Sophie cracked each other up playing peek-a-boo with dish towels and bouncing on a chair. We got a kick out of hearing Patrick explain his “prizes” to Sophie as he told her all about the wonders of Chuck E. Cheese. Look out Aunt Jen and Uncle Derek, the mouse tolls for thee.
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