So I pulled out the computer, printed off some press passes and laminated them (a whopping 5 minutes tops)! I was pretty pleased that I somehow got my kids dressed and up and at the neighborhood carnival on time. My costume? I was dressed like a mom: threw on my fluffy pink robe, put in a few well placed curlers, one earring, a sucker was stuck to my back and there may have been a few stickers on me too. Again, not my best of efforts but not bad when Emma says an hour before we leave: "Mom where's your costume? I want you to dress up too!"
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| Emma toted around a pad of paper and a pencil too (she wanted to know what a journalist was). |





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