
Let me first start by saying, Don't judge Nathan's costume. It could have been MUCH worse.
You see, Kendall and I arrived at his school a few minutes before his class was going to start parading around the whole school in full gear.
I walked in the classroom and most all of the kids were dressed and ready to go. Their faces had on full makeup and gowns, jewels, and sparkly shoes adorned the girls. Most of the boys were in elaborate pirate costumes and homemade goodies made by their mothers.
I scan the room unable to find Nathan. He is the tallest in his class and easily spotted, most of the time. I finally find him crouched down, unable to stand up straight, wobbling as he walked. His under shirt was wadded on his neck and he looks at me as if in pain. I run over to him.
I immediately know what is wrong. He has tried to pour his body into KENDALL'S costume! I panicked, then said a quick prayer. He pleads with me to run home and grab his costume, but with only minutes to spare I knew I would never make it back in time.
That improvising talent that mom's sometimes are blessed with begins to take over. His ninja wedgie is all the way up his back and I look in the front and start to fear he will never be able to have children. I start yanking the costume from his upper body to provide relief. It's instant.
When I got the costume down his legs, the arms were at the perfect length to be tied around his waste. I let his best friends mom in on our dilemma and she started helping me roll up his sleeves, making him look even tougher, wink.
I then notice some of Justin's Japanese flash cards on the floor. I pick them up and on my way to return them to Nathan's backpack he informs me, "WAIT! Those are to go on my belt, as I am not just any solider, I'm a Japanese soldier and that is the only way my friends will be able to tell!"
So that is the story of how Nathan's costume was salvaged. It had a very good ending indeed. His parade was wonderful and the party was fabulous. He was comfortable and able to move about freely. Many complements were made on his flash cards making him beam with pride on his rigged improvements.
Good job Napoleon Dynamite. I mean Nathan.



Every time I look at this cookie, I laugh. Then I go throw up.