|My daughter is on the right. She is not at all used to posing for photos.|
Her friend was obviously surprised to win her category.
|So progressive. This was two days before this became legal in Virginia.|
|A Facebook friend of mine who saw this photo asked, "are those chocolate-dipped|
strawberries?" to which I replied, "Please, that would be a ridiculous indulgence."
We had also planned movie-themed charades for the girls, which we never got to in lieu of them running around the front yard playing "zombie" and repeatedly listening to Katy Perry songs on the iPad. They had a blast. At a very high decibel level.
However, when all the girls except my daughter's BFF went home, the two girls asked my husband and I if we'd play the charades game with them. We agreed, because we love that they still want to hang out with us all the time. Or at least they did.
The first movie I selected was "Home Alone." Not remembering exactly how the movie poster looked, I put my hand over my mouth, as if stifling a scream. The girls excitedly guessed, "throwing up?" and then screamed,"yawning?" Finally, I remembered that Macaulay Culkin did more of a "hands to the side of the face" gesture that I mimicked...and they finally guessed it.
My next turn was not much more successful. I selected "The Wizard of Oz" and if you think this is an easy movie to act out, you are very wrong, indeed. (Actually, now that I'm thinking about it...I could have pretended to be a witch melting into the ground...that would have been pretty simple...)
I figured the best way to approach this was to try and show four characters with their arms linked walking together. So, I stood in one spot, then hopped to the spot next to me, then did it twice more and then began strolling forward doing the little dance/jig/walk the characters do in the movie...feeling pretty certain I had nailed this one and redeemed myself.
Which is when my daughter blurted out, "really bad dancing"? and she and her friend dissolved into giggles.
Next year she's getting cookie puss,
|Almost exactly like the real walk of fame. All that is missing|
are cigarette butts and an overpowering aroma of urine.