Getting out

I wasn't sure if I would attempt the "Fall Festival" put on by Ethan's school this year but there's just something about the pull of annual tradition I have a hard time resisting. My only hesitation was that Keith generally works in the evenings and tonight was no exception.

Probably silly to even attempt it but we did it and it went ok. Drew sat stunned in the double stroller in an old dog costume of Ethan's and Adam, dressed as a frog in another Ethan cast-off, slept most of the time.

Ethan had the most fun, trying his hand at the many ball-toss type events and bouncing in the various large inflatable stations, smiling and shouting as he came across friends from school.

I always forget how insanely loud that place is or I probably wouldn't even go. The main events are in the gym and for some unknown reason, they have music playing at such a volume that you are forced to YELL right in people's faces to be heard. Makes me want to climb out of my skin. As if a hundred or so kids in a gym aren't loud enough all on their own. I don't get it.













I guess it was good for one thing because it drowned out Adam's screeching near the end. We said our goodbyes, grabbed the all important cotton candy (soon to be smeared on every surface of the van and house, thank you Drew) and traveled the blessedly short distance home.

Man, making memories is hard work for uptight people like me.