Last Halloween, my wife decided to make our son a Halloween costume.
Me: What are you making for Owen?
Patti: It's a gnome costume. The hat is red construction paper and the beard is quilting batting.
Me: He won't wear it.
Patti: He will.
Our son Owen, who is eleven years old and has autism, doesn't like anything on his head. So I shrugged and hid in the basement while Patti finished the costume. When it was finished, we showed it to Owen and he let us put it on! For a whole point six seconds he wore it! (You can't rip something off your head in less than 0.6 seconds).
Me: Well, darn it. Maybe he can be a soccer player for Halloween.
Patti: He's NOT going as a soccer player again!
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| Angry Gnome |
Patti: Owen is going to be a ghost. I'll cut eye holes in a sheet and 'BOOM' - classic costume.
Me: Okay. We need to hurry. It's getting dark outside. Time to trick-or-treat.
And when Owen refused to keep the sheet over his head, we cut a bigger hole in the sheet and pulled it over him like a white poncho. And after he ripped that off him like it was infested with bedbugs, we cinched it over his sweatpants with a belt.
He was the saddest ghost I've ever seen.
And the gnome costume? Patti wore it. But she only wore it for a moment.
She said the beard was itchy.
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