"Don't Forget the Safety Pins"

or what it's like to parent in the month of October

R’s costume is too big and it’s too late to exchange it so I tell her I will fix it with safety pins. She doesn’t want me to fix it with safety pins — she wants it to fit her perfectly and she is furious that it doesn’t, can’t, won’t. I feel like we have the same argument every year. She has a picture in her head and life doesn’t really work that way and I don’t know what to tell you, sister, dem’s the rules

This is where “small price to pay to the party gods”originated — our household mantra/my typo’d tattoo (a thing that is so meta, I only sort of had it fixed).

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I almost cancelled my trip to Boston because of my dad.