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HUMOROUS HALLOWEEN FICTION
Costume Change
A dad’s story
“I know! I could go as a voting machine!”
She looked at me with eyes that were about to roll.
“Is there anything political that doesn’t involve orange hair? Maybe a Supreme Court justice?” There they went, the eyes I had fallen in love with rolling away from me with a head shake to go with it. Since I was already going too far, I decided to try my last probably-bad idea. “Is it too early for a zombie Burt Reynolds? I honestly think he would appreciate the laughter.” I tried tapping my chest over my heart to show some solidarity with an actor that I had never met.
“How exactly would that look, and how would it play out? You would end up explaining it all night and you know it.”
“C’mon, people would get it!” I protested, lamenting the days of my brilliant hanging chad costume, or that one time I dressed as a red state.
“Yes… people would get it.” With her eye roll complete, she gave voice to the reason for her contempt of my spectacular, or possibly spectacularly stupid, ideas. “But not the people we’re going to be with.”
“Daddy!” As if to emphasize the point that the elder female in my family was making, her younger counterparts ran toward me in a flurry of glitter and…
