The scene: The girls asked for a scary jack-o’lantern this year, and so I tried to summon what little left I cared about Halloween in order to make my girlies happy. As moms do. I came up with this:
Bee walked out from the front room and saw the finished product.
Bee: Whoa, Mom! He’s wicked!
I smiled, because high praise, right? But then she ruined it.
Bee: But he kinda looks like Elvis.
Me: What? How?!
Bee: His eye mom. It’s kind of Elvis. Squinting.
Well, alrighty then.