




Camille had a costume parade at her school on Friday morning. It was a cold, blustery morning. The children came outside and paraded around the parking lot to show off their costumes. Camille didn't see me for a while and was obviously having a wonderful time. I felt sorry for some of the kids dressed in costumes without sleeves (since it was cold). I figured that Camille wouldn't leave a hat on for any length of time, so I suggested wearing the clown costume we had instead of the Baby Bop costume (which doesn't look like much of anything without the hat). She was happy being a clown because she recently learned about clowns at a friend's birthday. --Stephanie
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