On Halloween, one of the first-grade students I give therapy to didn’t have a costume to wear. He had seen the costume he wanted, but his daddy told him that he didn’t have any money. The dad said that he was getting a check on Friday and that he would “maybe be able to buy it and bring it to the school” in time for the school party.

Yeah right. I knew what that meant : This kid would have no costume. I told the little boy that if his dad didn’t make it to the school in time, to ask his teacher if he could come to the therapy room when it was time for them to get ready. Sure enough, at 1:00…knock, knock. “Miss Miller, my dad didn’t make it on time.” I had an entire roll of the brown paper handtowels that are used in the school bathrooms, so we went to work. It took about 20 minutes to get it right, but soon, we had a bonifide (looking) mummy standing right there. The little boy was so excited about his outfit.

We walked down to the gym, where the school was gathered for the party. Most of the kids had on the Scream costume, but there were also a lot of police and firemen. There was only one mummy, though. The principal asked for all of the people with SCARY costumes to come to the stage and enter the contest for SCARIEST. My student walked up to the stage like a true mummy and entered the contest. When the judging was complete—-First Place, THE MUMMY!!

Now I know there is no way that costume stayed intact on the busride home, but at least for the school party, I made a kid’s day. WHOO!