Hey…remember that time I got dressed up as Lady Gaga for, like, absolutely no reason other than to take a self-portrait in the mirror?

No?

Let me refresh your memory and scare you a little bit this morning.

I warned you.

Well, anyway, the whole point of this story is that today is the Purim carnival at the kids’ school, which means that they get to go to school all dressed up in costume and instead of any sort of higher learning, they will be spending the day playing games, eating delicious hamentashen, and getting hopped up on sugar. Awesome.

(PS. I want to go to their school.)

These are the kind of things I love about Jewish Day School. Purim carnivals. These are the kinds of things I would miss if I decided to switch them from private school to public school. I toy with this idea every once in a while. When I write out post-dated checks for an obscene amount of money. For three kids. When there are curveballs. But not today. Today I am too busy getting Isabella in her Spongebob Squarepants costume and making poor Josh a makeshift costume because his Harry Potter glasses mysteriously disappeared and, really, I mean, even with the whole rest of the gear, you cannot possibly be Harry Potter without the signature glasses. So, he went off to school with his Mark Hamill hair and cargo pants and the top of his karate uniform and a light saber. And he was perfectly happy. I guess that’s the difference between boys and girls.

Because Emily was up at 6am perfecting MY Lady Gaga costume.

And good lord she looked amazing. Head to toe.

Isabella runs down the steps and says, “Emily! I love your Nanny McPhee costume!”

Emily looked at her with laser beam eyes and says,

“I AM LADY GAGA.”