The Best Bad Idea

Yesterday we got a bad idea for cash poor fun today. Wake up at 6am (on a Saturday. What??) and kidnap our own kids.Miss the train and have to drive to downtown Dallas.

Eat too much food at Cindi's deli. I could retire here.

Stand outside on a corner in 30degree weather and get mobbed by teenage musicians that are as crazy as we to be out in such cold weather.

Nearly avoid being trampled by huge, otherworldly draft horses.

Survive a wrinkle in time back to 1884. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

Brave the Cadence for Clowns.

We were then heavily recruited to be part of a patriarchal militant fascist expansionist hierarchy. We politely declined, commenting that we were already LDS. (Oh please, laugh. It's a joke)

Instead we're looking to join this communal jumprope team.

Here's the gear I wore for the bad idea. A scarf I knitted.

Ellery, after seeing the Downtown Dallas Children's Christmas Parade said, "You didn't kidnap us, Mom. You 'fun-napped' us."

We also saw:

Miss America

Batman

Strawberry Shortcake

Madeline

Pancake Pig

Iron Man

Incredible Hulk

A trumpet band member in a wheel chair

Drill team members in desparate need of cold weather uniforms (I declare their short skirts and flimsy tops a matter of national feminist concern. The poor girls were Fah-reezing!)

Nevertheless, this was the best bad idea we have had since Global Homeschool. And we have had several of them between then and now.