Bristal Worm

Sammy-Doddle had here first grade play! She came home about a month ago and said she needed me to make a costume for her. I was excited because I knew she was. So I picked up the piece of paper and read over it. She was going to be a bristal worm. Well, that ended the excitement and she started to cry, big tears of, "I'm a worm! That's disgusting! Alexs is little Miss Muffet! She gets to wear a cute dress! I'm a worm! I'm not going to do it! I can't believe I'm a worm!" She went down in her room and pouted all night. I am probably a bad mother and just let her pout. The next day I read what the costume was "supposed" to look like. It wanted me to buy some around foam balls and spray pain them red and put her in red sweats. I started to laugh and she started to cry . . . yet again. In her defence I wouldn't have ever made my daughter wear red spray paint foam around her head and I wasn't about to spend good money on red sweats that I would never expect her to wear again, EVER! SO I came up with a few ideas because while I might be a busy mother I am certainly not too busy nor too lame to not be able to come up with something better than that. A trip to Grand Junction and $8 latter. Here is her cute costume!!! She loved it, and was happy, and what makes Sam happy makes me happy. Well, most of the time anyway.