It starts innocently enough. It’s a blustery autumn day and there’s a nice arts and crafts festival in your neighborhood, so you swing on by to see what there is to see. And right at the edge there’s an area for kids to make their very own scarecrows — your daughter is delighted! You help her put one together, though a lot of the good clothes have been taken, so the pickings are a little slim. You make a small scarecrow, one that you can stuff in the top part of your daughter’s stroller, and she just loves it.
But then you get home. The scarecrow just sits there. It starts to freak you out. And then, the very next day, this. Dear reader, steer clear of the make-your-own-scarecrow area, and maybe, just maybe, you can escape our tragic fate.
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October 18, 2006 at 6:07 pm
Cerin Amroth » Blog Archive » Pictures: Autumn
[...] 417—At a wedding up in New York, Ella adopts a Thoughtful Pose. 418—And here we have the ultimate cheese smile. The accursed delay of digital cameras means that even if you try to catch Ella before she can break out the cheese, she’s still able to make a face before the picture is taken. Suanna has had clearance to get a new, faster camera for months now but hasn’t gotten around to getting one, so you may blame all future Cheese Shots on her. 419—At a lovely arts festival in Del Ray, here’s the beginning of the Scarecrow Nightmare. 420—There’s a bunch of basic food she still won’t touch, but she’ll mow down a samosa. Go figure. 421—Watching something at the festival with Marmar and Gumpa—either tap dancing or kids doing yoga, I forget which. Note the scarecrow lurking in the background. 422—Showing off her new scooter. She likes toodling around with it out back, but turns down suggestions to take it further. When I suggested she could ride it a few blocks to the YMCA, she laughed. “No, daddy,” she said in her you’re-being-silly voice, “That’s too far!” 423—Bedtime stories with Marmar. 424—Enjoying a haycart all to herself at the farm. 425—Orchard Girl. 426—More bedtime stories. 427—Here we are on the infamous hayride at the Pumpkin Patch . . . 428—. . . and here’s Ella on the Yellow Chair. For reference, check out Ella on the same chair three years earlier. 429—On the troll bridge, in line for the slide. 430—Ella takes her kettle corn carrying responsibilities very seriously. 431—Wiped after a long morning. [...]