Tigger made his debut at the library's Halloween party on the 30th. He listened to stories, colored a ghost puppet, and scored at the ball toss ("But he CHEATED!", the four year old behind him cried.) Andy had so much fun as Tigger that he begged to sleep in his costume that night.
He rose the next morning, his head a matted ball of sweat, and wore the costume again to day care. When I picked him up later that morning, I observed poor Tigger in a time-out for pushing another kid. Tigger stayed in the time-out chair, but he cried the entire time. He asked his teacher for a hug afterwards, which broke my heart. It was difficult to watch someone else discipline my spirited guy, even though I was grateful she did.
Andy came home exhausted, but refused to take his costume off. After a nap, he was off to a Moms Club party. Finally, he made a surprise "Trick" stop at Grandma and Pap-Paps' house. Mike and I positioned Andy in front of the door, rung the bell, and dove behind some bushes. Pap-Pap answered the door, wondering where the parents of this orphan tiger had disappeared to. It took him a few seconds to recognize his grandson! Clever disguise, eh?
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