As in "Pinky", one of the pack of ghosts that try to catch Pacman. Only in my case, I need to let my little Pacman find his own way through the maze at some point.
It's so hard to take a step back yet I know if I don't I stand the risk of not only embarrassing him but also stunting his growth. (Even his classmates at school started giving me strange looks when I tried to take more pictures of him after the school parade.) So I took the pink hair idea down a notch to just a pink bow, kept a 100 yards away while he and his friend went trick or treating, and took only half a dozen pictures this year. Hey, at least I didn't pass out candy with a full on Dracula voice like my dad did.
I am not, however, ever refraining from random hug attacks, 20 questions, or constant dispensing of wisdom (aka nagging) though. My boys are just going to have to deal with that for many years to come. I plan on being around long enough to dote on my great great grandchildren.
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