Then it rained. And rained. And rained.
And my kids could not have cared less. The Halloween kindergarten parade was ridiculously cute, and my little Dorothy (Wizard of Oz) was beaming from ear to ear as she circled the gym. The party activities were a blast in her class, and I darted off to the grocery store to pick up my snack for the class. It took me awhile since it had to be dairy, nut, tree nut free – and I was scared to death of giving some harmless five year old an allergic reaction. I worked the party, ran off to Target for some shopping, ran back home to get Shea’s costume and raced back to school to get my little third grader dressed.
Her costume this year was Belle from Beauty and the Beast, and because of the disability and the wheelchair needed for the parade, and her size as a nine year old – it became a long search for the right dress. I finally found it at a Disney Store on the border of Wisconsin, but made the trip there because it made her happy.
At school I dragged the bag with her dress and crown, and wheelchair, and walker through the school looking for a big enough handicapped bathroom to get her ready. As I got her out of her clothes and into her dress, she transformed.
As I later pushed her wheelchair through the rain with one hand, holding an umbrella with the other, and balancing McKenna’s toto the dog so it wouldn’t get wet, all I heard were my girls laughter. They didn’t care that we were soaking wet trick or treaters. The three of us were out in the rain for two hours, gathering up as much candy as we could.
I love how much kids look forward to these special days. I love their enthusiasm and I love to hear them laugh.
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