Poet

Friday night.  Long week of business travel by Josh behind us.  Long week of business travel by me ahead of us.  All I want is to enjoy this one night at home, sitting on the couch with Josh and watching Top Chef.   But after we've already tucked her into bed, Ella is clearly feeling the poetry spirit up in her room, and she continues to come downstairs every five minutes with a new poem that she has just written and just has to share with us. 

Me (to Josh):  At what point do you tell your kid just to go to bed and stop writing poetry?

Josh:  Never.

And so it went on.  Here's my favorite from the night:

The costume. Still.

For those of you who have been following the riveting saga of Dash's Halloween costume (here and here), we've had a new development, this one clearly in the favor of me not winning on the Halloween front.

Last night we were invited to a casual dinner party with a few close friends and neighbors, and the hostess suggested that the kids were Halloween costumes.  Great idea!  Let's amortize those expensive outfits, right? 

But then Josh pointed out that we were having a chili for dinner which could end very poorly for Dash's white, faux fur Max costume.  So we convinced him that he should wear an old Fire Chief costume which has been living under Ella's bed for at least 2 years.  He ended up quite enjoying being the Fire Chief, maybe too much, because this morning he told me that on Halloween he is going to be a Fire Chief and not Max.  

Sigh.