Van Gogh

 My little Hamlet was so excited for his Historical Figures presentation at school. He worked throughout the month on his report. His costume was on point and he was ready to represent Vincent Van Gogh. After a month of preparation and planning, yesterday morning was go time for the presentation.

My little Van Gogh stood up, cleared his throat and stood like a deer staring into car headlights. After what felt like an eternity, he began to hum the theme to Ghostbusters. He shuffled his feet to his tune and finally began to speak. Unfortunately he was mumbling so much it was nearly nonsensical. His eyes began to swell with tears as he battled nearly paralyzing stage fright.

He could have run out of the room, but he stayed planted. I could tell that he was melting, but he never gave up. His teacher was able to get a conversation started and, eventually, Timmy was sharing his information about Vincent Van Gogh. He finished his presentation with his trademark flourish.

"Van Gogh tried to do a lot of things to be happy. None of them worked. So he shot himself in the stomach and died. Because of my presentation I kinda understand how he was feeling. I really suck at this. Anyways, he didn't die right away though. It would have been better if he had shot himself in the head because it would have been right away. Instead, he had to lay around for a few days while his organs rotted away. That's all. Thank you and Happy Halloween."

After school was over our family switched from Van Gogh to trick-or-treating. The boys carved pumpkins and readied themselves for the evening. Timmy and Scott headed out trick-or-treating on the scooter while Robby and I headed out for hibachi. Thankfully the raindrops, although present, were not heavy or disastrous.  They had a fantastic time and brought home quite a haul of candy!