“Mama?” Tiller said.
“Yes, baby?” I muttered while cooking dinner.
Tiller: “Mama, will you be a fairy with me?”
Me: “huh?”
Tiller: “Will you be a fairy with me?”
Me: “I don’t think so, baby. I’m not pretty enough to be a fairy.”
Todd: “You know, we just did a tooth fairy spot. I can get you a fairy costume easy.”
Me: “Shut up, Todd.”
And that’s how I came to be a pink fairy for Halloween.
A little background first:
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- Brody was not allowed to help with the Pumpkin, and he wasn’t happy. He always wants to be with the rest of the pack.
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- Todd and the kids carved the pumpkin while i baked. Yes. Baked.
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- Pumpkin bread and my fave, roasted pumpkin seeds. Yummers.
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- Tiller’s fairy makeup was courtesy of Mama Fairy Productions. Tiller makes the best faces when she has makeup on.
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- The kids were pretty proud of their makeup. (Zombie makeup courtesy of Todd Productions.)
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- I mentioned the tulle, right? You can’t see it well here, but yes, tulle. Pink tulle. And wings. And golden hair. And glitter on my face, with lots of makeup. Lisa wanted to know if TIller was a sad mormon (with apologies to my mormon friends. And my sad friends.) Rollie is a zombie baseball player.
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- So, I feel pretty fat in this photo, but the glory of the pink tulle must be shared. Also, a dirty-minded neighbor asked if I was “a stripper fairy,” and I wasn’t really sure whether to be flattered or insulted, because maybe he’s into fat chicks, but I am going with flattered, because who has the time to get bent out of shape over fairy insults? I think the photo cut my legs off, which is too bad, because I was also wearing purple glitter platforms, and let’s be honest, purple glitter platforms don’t get enough attention. Also, sadly, the platforms blew out right when we got home. I fairywalked the heels right off those bitches. RIP, purple glitter fairy shoes. . . .
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- We met at a neighbor’s house before going out for trick or treating. Here’s the whole pack of them. Damn cute. One of these kids even went trick or treating by himself with the big kids, and I can’t be friends with his mother anymore, because that is unacceptable. I am the mother of young children, not old children who trick or treat on their own.
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- Did I mention the cuteness? This is my lil buddy Jake. I get to hug on him and watch him toddle around when I get sad that my kids are old enough to want their ears pierced and read Neil Gaiman.
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- Tiller and I practicing scary face and spooky hands.
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- Rollie practiced scary face.
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- Tiller and Todd practiced surprised faces.
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- Tiller and I took a moment out from counting the loot to cuddle a little bit. Fairies need some cuddling.
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- Then they practiced Crazy. Todd didn’t have to work too hard at it, because he’s married to me.
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- The Skull Punking (as r. called it when he was a baby.) Skull Punking loves you.
