\n A couple of weekends ago our church had its annual Harvest Party. One of the activities every year is a costume contest.<\/em><\/p>\n
Well, I am a slacker. And, it was still before Halloween. \u00a0So, I didn’t really talk about the costume contest all that much with the boys. Therefore no one asked for help with his costume. My laziness truly knows no bounds. \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n When we got to the party costume-less, my oldest son decided that he wanted to be in the costume contest. \u00a0I was visiting with fellow partygoers at the time, and had no idea what he was up to.<\/em><\/p>\n He walked over to where the judging was taking place.<\/em><\/p>\n He told them that he wanted to enter.<\/em><\/p>\n It was patiently explained to him that to be judged in the costume contest one actually had to be wearing a costume. The folks running the judging kindly pointed out to him that the jeans, t-shirt and hoodie he was sporting didn’t really count.<\/em><\/p>\n Oh, but he insisted that he was<\/b> wearing a costume.<\/em><\/p>\n They asked him what he was dressed as. He replied,<\/em><\/p>\n “I’m the employee of the month.”<\/b><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Originally published October 20, 2009. His Costume A couple of weekends ago our church had its annual Harvest Party. One of the activities every year is a costume contest. Well, I am a slacker. And, it was still before Halloween. … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"\/auto_images\/hires\/img08331256043610.jpg\")
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