Tolerating Hotdog
Six costume stores.
No pizza costumes his size or that she thinks he will tolerate.
Mama feels like she failed.
She shoulda made one.
Guessing Dublin is a jedi-mind trick for sure.
At 5 pm the day before, she stumbles upon a hotdog. She grabs it, accepting that her son will likely trick-or-treat with a black thermal on.
"Dublin likes hotdogs, but I don't think he'll tolerate this one."
She stuffs three costumes in his backpack the next day. Sister's backups.
Two hours later, she uploads a pic of her little hotdog sent by his teacher.
"He's not just tolerating it, he's swingin' in it!"
