What to Be For Halloween

This morning, I asked Rollie what he was going to be for Halloween.

“Spider Man,” he replied.

“Tiller, what are you going to be?” I said.

“Bida Mon.” [Spider Man. She mimics everything Rollie does.]

I said, “Well, what am I going to be?”

Rollie didn’t even look up, but stated very decisively, “A cow.”

Um, thanks.

  6 comments for “What to Be For Halloween

  1. maigh
    October 5, 2007 at 5:32 pm

    I’m sure it had more to do with your utters than your size. Wait. What?

    I can’t tell – was that funny? It was in my head, but there are a lot of voices and I don’t always listen to the right one.

    In related news my word for verification is “gasfxn”. Maybe it’s a sign the prices of crude are about to decline…

  2. Steph Bachman
    October 5, 2007 at 9:05 pm

    HA! That will teach you not to refer to yourself as a bovine! You have to brainwash your children in a positive way – Mom is a genius, Mom is a genius, Mom is a genius. : )

  3. Dorothy Gould
    October 5, 2007 at 10:12 pm

    If you makes you feel better, Sophie told me I should be a witch….

  4. Dogwood Girl
    October 6, 2007 at 2:35 pm

    Maigh, you are right. It is totally my huge udders. Steph, my kids are pretty smart. I don’t think they would buy that genius stuff. Dorothy = I hate to say it, but you would make a really good witch. :-)

  5. Dorothy Gould
    October 6, 2007 at 2:44 pm

    Anne, It’s the nose, isn’t it??

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