First Place!
We had to leave home without finishing the costume. Seventeen papier mache quills left to tack on but I ran out of glue for the glue gun. When we arrived at the lake for the carnival, we stumbled onto the costume judging stage. Around forty children were decked out and fidgeting in their seats. We coaxed Ford onto the stage and he just stood there when the the kids began to parade in a circle around him. But following Ford were many ooh!s and aa!s, and he ultimately won first place! Twitching those creepy claws of his. He is so proud.
Honorable mention goes to Ford as Samurai. Here, searching for treasure in the hay. School Halloween party.
Studies reveal that girls are getting dumped earlier in life than in previous generations.
I walk Ford to school every day. School’s been going great.
Today when we rounded the corner of the playground, the boys yelled, “FORD’S HERE! FORD’S HERE!” and stampeded to the fence to wait for him. Closer to where we walked was the little playhouse, and a cute little girl in pink and white, with straight blonde hair heard his name and walked out towards us. Ford lurched forward from the jogger so he could annunciate through the veil of chain-link:
“I’M *NOT* YOUR FRIEND!!!”
She heard this, didn’t flinch, and turned right-side-round back to the playhouse. I watched her tell the other girls what happened. Or that Ford is a little prick and I hope he never calls again. That bastard.
UPDATE:
It has been over a week since I last posted this, but I forgot to mention that, on the following day’s walk to school, Ford picked yellow wildflowers for this sweet little girl. When he arrived at the gate, Ford climbed over his friends to hand-deliver them. Alas, she didn’t want to hold them all afternoon, and Ford wondered why not. Still, they are new friends.