Every once in a while, I have a good idea. Waking up Saturday morning was a terrible idea, but then I said "Let's go to the zoo for the Halloween thing." Good idea!
No! Really! I know that it sounds like an awful idea for people who hate other people to purposely go where all of the people will be, but the weather was sort of crappy. That means that Zoo Boo was far less of a draw for the creatures that walk on two legs than it usually is. Thinning the human herd, FTW!
Another one of my good ideas was the spontaneous decision to click the "Order" button on a Halloween costume for Mila earlier in the week. Her REAL Halloween costume is still under construction, and it's not exactly cold-weather friendly. It's not much of anything friendly, really, except that it's the ying to Alexis' yang. Apparently that's going to be a theme for years to come. Alexis picks a costume and Mila has to be her sparkly accessory.
Speaking of Alexis' costume, I think this year's costume is going to once and for all prove that she is an old soul. The oldest. Such a grandma. Except, she won't literally be a grandma because she doesn't see the beauty in the idea. I tried to talk her into a long gray wig and a walker and how amazing would that have been? I suppose she didn't go for it because she wasn't sure how to make Mila a sparkly accessory for that costume.
ANYWAY.
Alexis didn't want to wear her REAL costume just yet, so she did what any little dancer would do -- she walked into the playroom, grabbed a recital costume from last year, and declared herself ready.
So we took a puppy and a dancer to the zoo where they met a bear.
The bear really wanted Alexis' bright orange candy bag, so now Mila is obsessed with saying BEAR BEAR BEAR BEAR BEAR. The DOG DOG DOG DOG DOGs of the world better watch out. They have competition.
But so does that bear.
For as bad as the polar bear wanted Alexis' bag filled with candy, Mila wanted it more. You guys, candy. CANDY! CAAAAANDY! That's sums up Mila's thoughts on that. CANDY!
She managed to string together enough accomplices who were willing to open packages of candy for her to hit a Category 5 sugar high. It was ... special. Yes. Special. It was "special" in that way that chasing a very small human who has just figured out that you can smell colors when you're rocking a sugar high can be. She was zipping around like a drunken bumblebee, except that she was dressed as a puppy, so maybe she was a drunken puppy?
Yes. She was a drunken puppy.