Linette’s a great mom. She was extremely busy last week, getting a huge design project ready for press, and, in spite of it, she still made the time to whip up a Halloween costume for Clementine. It’s embarrassing to say this, but, as Clementine is only two, and doesn’t really understand the concept of Halloween yet, I probably would have just skipped it this year altogether… Actually, that’s not true. The guilt would have eventually gotten to me and I would have broken down and bought something cheesy, cheap and stupid for her at the store… Actually, it had occurred to me not too long ago that, as I’ve got a fairly Darwinian build, it might be fun to dress her up like a Gal
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I mourn the loss (by theft) of my Canon a520. It was about as close to an SLR as you can get without having (easily) changeable lenses (ie, it has a relatively extensive range of manual controls). I’m trying to wait until the day after tgiving to pick up either another a520, or the 6MP a540.
Mark,
I recently “picked up” a Canon a520 that I’m looking to unload real cheap. But, I just got a line on a a540 coming in soon, probably after thanksgiving.
Same deal as the stereo I got you: cash, no questions.
Let me know.
Mark,
I recently “picked up” a Canon a520 that I’m looking to unload real cheap. But, I just got a line on a a540 coming in soon, probably after thanksgiving.
Same deal as the stereo I got you: cash, no questions.
Let me know.
Just hang a sign around her neck that says:
“If that Baby Jessica hadn’t been such a skinny little fucker…”
I should hire your daughter to stand in front of my restaurant to attract business. Probably a little cold now, not too many people buying ice cream these days.
I have been threatening my son with that idea since I took over the place, but he is fortunate that I am single and have no idea how to sew.
Clementine and I were reading this terribly sad story in the New York Times yesterday about a little five year old boy in Africa who had been sold by his parents into the employ of a rough fisherman, who routinely beat him. I should think being sold to the kind owner of an ice cream shop would seem pretty good by comparrison.
And thanks for the camera recommendation, Kayt. I’ll check it out.
Ol’crossy – just letting you know in advance, bring something heavy (think able to break a window) this time. I’ve learned to lock my doors in the rougher parts of metro Detroit… like West Bloomfield.
Well, we didn’t dress our Clementine this year in any sort of current-events inspired theme. She was just a ladybug. But her dad dressed as an entomologist, complete with a lab coat and a homemade bug/butterfly net. No notebook though. He didn’t have enough hands to hold so many props and still handle Clementine when she would throw a tantrum.
That’s so cool. I feel bad in retrospect that I didn’t do the Darwin thing. The ice cream cone was cute though… And, I didn’t mention it here, but several times Halloween night I picked up the ice cream cone and licked its cheek. It would laugh and say, “Daddy, I’m not an ice cream cone. I’m Clementine!” It was really cute. (I told people that I was a man who loved finishing found ice cream cones.)