Here I am, dressed as Barney for Lincoln's birthday party. Lincoln was totally embarrassed that I went and put this thing on for his "big kid" friends, but I am sure it is only the beginning of a long line of times in which I will embarrass him.
Jana, if you want me to wear this costume next Sunday, I will. Well, I may not wear it to drive there, but once I get there, I will for sure put it on.
There is a long line of stories associated with this and the beaver costume. It seems that every buddy of mine has at some time has owned one of these costumes.
I wore this Barney costume 4 years ago for Halloween and my entire class was embarrassed to march with me. Apparently, once you have reached the First Grade, Barney is the least cool thing in the world. For me, it would be like being caught at a country music concert. Or worse, being caught at a Clay Aiken concert. Marching behind Barney was pure torture for them. They saw themselves as a bunch of babies, wearing diapers and standing in line behind a giant pacifier. I can still see their red faces as we marched through the six grade classrooms to "BARNEY!! HEY, IT'S THE BARNEY KIDS!" It was humiliating for them, but for me it was pure entertainment.