Laughter is the key
Waiting down stairs Alice and I sit on the couch. All I can hear is mumbling and fumbling coming from Charlie's room.
He hates dressing up for anything. Getting lost in my head uncontrollable laughter takes over me.
The imagine of Charlie creating a sailors knot or hanging himself for wearing the penguin suit kept coming to mind. Along with with clown shoes as he would refer to them.
Between gasps of air I ask Alice to help him. I brace her that she'll be walking into the land of confusion…leave a trail of breadcrumbs.