There are jokes, and then there are JOKES.
My daughter pulled a good one on me yesterday by dressing up in the scariest Halloween costume I’ve ever seen – she dressed up as me!
I should have known something was up when the kids kept asking me all week to get a fresh haircut on Thursday morning. When I asked why, my son told me it was so that I could be part of a Halloween costume.
I was confused, but that’s pretty much the way I operate every day, so everything was as normal as it gets around our house.
So on my way to work that morning, I stopped and got a fresh haircut (the kids knew I would like that because swimming very soon after a close haircut is one of my favoriteist things).
By the time I got home from work (after a grocery stop), I made it home and was pretty tired with a busy night ahead.
Then the door opened with perhaps the scariest sight I’ve ever seen – my daughter looking more like me than me. She had gotten the thing to wear on her head to look bald, had put on a long pair of shorts, and a Nashville sweatshirt. She even had on a pair of sandals – no detail was too small.
The only drawback is that I never knew I looked so scary. . .