I loved to have my kids laugh at me, when they were little. Except for the Swimsuit Shopping Fiasco, but that's another story!
I'm thinking it was 1984, which would have made Vanessa almost 3 and Chandra pushing 7. I dressed up as a very strange Easter Bunny to hide the eggs. I had long johns with pink flowers on them, which I topped with a little blue mini-skirt. I pinned a cotton-ball tail to the back of the skirt. I took a pair of Vanessa's little white tights, and stuffed socks in the legs so the would stand up partway when I put them on my head, and flop beyond the stuffing. I had fuzzy slippers. I dressed in this get-up in the pre-dawn moments, and was out in the back yard as soon as it was light enough to see my hand in front of my face. I was conscious of sightlines, and was very careful to hop hugely whenever I was in sight of their bedroom windows, just in case they might be awake.
I was concentrating on my hopping and hiding, when all of a sudden, I heard a voice, husky with sleep and cigarette smoke, coming from over the back fence.
"Well, hello there Brother Bunny!"
There was my neighbour, in her jammies and overcoat, bent on the same errand.
My total craziness was busted wide open all over the neighbourhood!
I'll have to send you the picture of me as Mrs Clause when my kids were around 11 and 9. They were mortified that their mom would drive over to their dad's house dressed like that and when I informed them that we had to stop for gas I thought they might just both die from the embarrassment of it all.
ReplyDeleteAll I had to do was explain that it would be a lot less embarrasing for me to gas up my car than to run out on the expressway and have to flag down help. LOL
Secretly, I think they got a big kick out of me and will both take great pleasure in dressing up for the holidays when they have children. Heh
9 to 11 is an excellent age bracket to start a campaign of embarrassment. With mine, it peaked at about 14.
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