For Halloween I got to be a Happy Cowgirl, and Parker got to be a Mostly Miserable (but Considerably Compliant) Horse. With an amazing home-made saddle that my mom will be sure to post a close-up picture of soon.
Parker needed to graze in the field (or Grandma & Grandpa's front yard) like a real horse
Mommy, this is not a good idea.
Parker! Get back here! You can't run with me on your back!
Mommy, stop laughin'. This is ridiculous.
Daddy, you can't get on Parker, too! You're too heavy! And my belly's hangin' out. So embarrassing.
PARKER! Stand up! They will not give up until we get a stupid picture.
Again? That's it. I'm just going to lay down.
Stop laughin' at me, Mommy!
Then Dad wanted pictures of me standing alone. . . . Hello? I don't really do standing alone, remember?
I'm doing it! And I look like a rockstar!
Mom says that actually, the afternoon was less fun, with trick or treating weighed down by my walking stroller (figuratively, when I couldn't keep up, and literally, when she had to carry me and the stroller) . . . and then I may have had screaming meltdowns when we tried to go in and out of the stores. I didn't want to leave any of the stores. Anyway, I think that's all normal toddler stuff, so she should quit complaining.