And, now, this year, she wanted him to dress up as marsh grass, of all things. Marsh grass! How worse could it get?
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Monday, October 29, 2012
Itchier than Halloween (end of October)
As nerve-wracking as that cedar waxwing's hitting the window with a bam was, nothing was scarier than Halloween. P. Martin dreaded Halloween. He dreaded the costumes his mother insisted he wear. The year she had constructed a white house from a cardboard box and bought him white sweatpants and hoodie had to be the absolute worst. The box shifted around his head, so the two the square windows she'd cut out for his eyes never lined up. Naturally, he tripped. His candy spilled all over the sidewalk, which made his friends laugh, swoop up the treats, and fly off.
And, now, this year, she wanted him to dress up as marsh grass, of all things. Marsh grass! How worse could it get?
And, now, this year, she wanted him to dress up as marsh grass, of all things. Marsh grass! How worse could it get?
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The very thought of the costume made him itch. He hoped his mom had extra calimine lotion handy.
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