"Ooooh! Ooooh! You have to see what I made!" She claps her hands in glee.
|The picture doesn't really do it justice, it's way more sparkly in person.|
"It's a great disguise," she says. "I could totally rob a bank with this."
David and I exchange a look.
"I'd be leaving with my bags of loot..." She mimes carrying heavy bags of cash in each hand. "Then the security guard would say 'HEY YOU!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE?' And then I'd do this!" She holds up her beak, blinks wide eyes and lets out an blameless "Bwok-ka....?" while hiding the loot under her armpits and fluffing out her imaginary beautiful plumage as a distraction. "Then the security guard will be all 'Oh, excuse me ma'am - you go right ahead.' And I'll be rich! Rich I tell you!"
Shortly thereafter Rissa and I might have created a rousing rendition of POULET-VOUS - our tribute to Abba and chickens worldwide.
Take our eggs and breed us (bwok-ka!)
Oh how we can peck (bwok-ka!)
If you try to break our ne-ecks!
Don't want no incision (bwok-ka!)
Please don't make us stew (bwok-ka!)
La question c'est Poulet-vous
On a side note: This morning, I smoothed my fingers through David's hair, trying to convince a cowlicky part to lie flat.
"I am going to get my hair cut," he says, determinedly. "I hope the barber shop is open. It is Hallowe'en after all." His lips twitch in a barely suppressed smile. "Sweeney Todd would be open, but my chances of survival at that shop would be haphazard at best."
ps. Rissa's pumpkin this year, is carved to spell the word "GOURD."