<!– /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1107304683 0 0 159 0;} @font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} @font-face {font-family:Consolas; panose-1:2 11 6 9 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:modern; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} p.MsoPlainText, li.MsoPlainText, div.MsoPlainText {mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-link:"Plain Text Char"; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.5pt; font-family:Consolas; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} span.PlainTextChar {mso-style-name:"Plain Text Char"; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-locked:yes; mso-style-link:"Plain Text"; mso-bidi-font-size:10.5pt; font-family:Consolas; mso-ascii-font-family:Consolas; mso-hansi-font-family:Consolas;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} –I had no idea what was in store for me today. I woke up like any other day and was happy to see both Mom and Dad up to greet me. After my morning bottle, I downed my breakfast of cereal and prunes. I took a pretty long nap and then played happily with Nana (and occasional visits from Dad whenever he came upstairs). At 11:45 Nana and I went for a walk — and things started to get really strange.
One of my favorite parts of our usual walk is all the dogs that bark and play with each other. But today, a bunch of the dogs were wearing funny outfits. Why would the same dogs I see almost every day be wearing costumes today (especially the one with a pink sweater and a pearl necklace!)? Anyway, it definitely added some excitement to the outing. I enjoyed my lunch (broccoli & potatoes) and my day seemed to be back to normal.
Then, around 5:30, Nana decided to change me out of my totally clean and dry outfit and into a green…dragon? Nana couldn’t even contain her laughter! Nana, Dad, and I (and later, Grandpa and Mom) went outside and hung out by our front gate. Then, out of nowhere, kids came — dressed up in all kinds of crazy costumes — to meet me. Dad kindly handed out candy to all of my new friends. I even got my picture taken with a group of cute kids and a scary looking batman (not “batgirl,” she insisted).
This whole dragon thing was really cool — I think that’s what I want to be when I grow up!
margaretyagan 
Little Miss Margaret –
You have got to be the absolute most adorable (SCARY!) dragon in the history of Halloween! I’ll wager that you were the envy of your neighborhood. No doubt Grandpa Yagan and Nana would agree!
Hugs and kisses –
Grandma