Sending him off

Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality. ~Emily Dickinson

Little Colin was buried today. I took Bubba to his wake. They buried him in his Halloween costume and a bucket to hold the candy was in the casket. 

"Mom, his lips looked funny." Bubba said. I thought he'd be afraid to look at the little boy he knew from school.

"Yes, Bubba, he was probably wearing makeup, too. They do that sometimes when people die." I told him.

The sight of a little kid in a casket in church was bad, but not nearly as bad as the sobs his father cried as we went through the line.

Heartbreaking. 

More later...

Why Bubba's getting an upgrade

To reflective tape on his Halloween costume this year. Just so no one mistakes him for a skunk.

What.The...?

More to come...

The joys of childhood

Bubba declared this to be, "The best Halloween ever."

He got to wear his favorite costume twice, and then go door-to-door with one of his best friends, who decided to be the Grim Reaper this year.

Now all I have to do is keep him out of the seven pounds of candy he managed to bring home, even when they have the treat police (no peanuts, no soy, etc.) at school this year.

And a day off tomorrow...what more could a kid want.

Stay tuned.

Way out in left field

Since I've been mindlessly meandering on the 'net today, I found this quirky item listed as a Rehab Nursing costume for Halloween. Oh, I really wonder who thought this one up...Hugh Hefner perhaps?

The only thing good about it is that pleather wipes down easily, especially if you get those spraying bowel program kind of folks.