"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Today Isaiah was in love with Poison Ivy. He wanted me to make him a costume so he could dress up like this vine-covered vixen. I said no and took a nap on the couch. He got out an old shirt and pair of pants and drew green crayon all over them. Then he put on his green shoes, green gloves, and drew himself a red-haired wig, which he taped to his forehead. I've rarely seen something that creative and hilarious.

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