Howl-o-ween
This was my last year to dress my son up in whatever costume I wanted. I chose T-Rex and spent three minutes teaching him how to roar (he hasn’t quit roaring at people since). He put his costume on and off to the zoo we went with our friend Ashley and Emmy. It wasn’t exactly what I expected, but in a child’s world we were in candy heaven. Hundreds of people from the area showed up to give their support to our local zoo’s efforts to expand with two new exhibits this year. The newest arrival was a wolf pup that we never did get a chance to see. As we tried to make our way there we had to stop, at a toddler’s insistence, at every line to get a piece of candy that he would inevitably not be allowed to eat. Two hours later and a mile and a half of carrying a squirming T-Rex we exited out the gates we went in and headed for the walk-in clinic, we were at the day before; to get antibiotics for the oozing ear infection they said he didn’t have. Next year he can pick his own costume and wear it around the house all he wants before Halloween.
