This makes me want to cry and/or throw up.
So, let's not talk about that today. Maybe next week. Maybe in 13 years when the Bean is leaving for college and going to Kindergarten seems easy by comparison. Maybe never.
Instead, I want to talk about Halloween. Yep...I said it. Halloween, and it's not even September yet. Remember, when you were a kid and spent months, months, leading up to October plotting and planning your perfect Halloween costume? Well, I'm now on the receiving end of that plotting and planning. I have always told my boys that I will endeavor to make whatever costume is the one that inspires them each year. Last year, the Little One was dead set on being a snowman. So, I made him a snowman costume. In Florida. Where it was 83 degrees at 8:00pm. He had sweat running down the sides of his face and the inside of his costume was soaked, but he was so happy. Everyone in the neighborhood loved his costume. Of course they did! Why wouldn't they? How often do you see a snowman in Florida!?
Because I do try to sew or otherwise craft together their costumes, I give them an October 1 deadline to have their choices in. No mind-changing after that point, because Mommy needs time to make these crazy things you dream up into reality!
This year, I expected to be buying costumes. No Spiderman, IronMan, Batman, Transformers costume I create is going to be as cool as the one Costco's got on the rack in the center aisle of the store (that we have to walk past every single time). Price-wise...well, I can't compete there either. Homemade is not always cheaper, or better. The year they wanted to be firemen, I bought the Costco costumes. $20 apiece, and they look like the real thing. They still wear those things to play dress up, though the pants are more like shorts now. Money well spent.
So, here I am, expecting the superhero requests to come rolling in. So, I ask, "what do you guys think about Halloween this year? Do you know what you'd like to be?"
YES!
The Little One would like to be a...hot dog.
The Bean would like to be a...box of Nilla Wafers.
Are you kidding me?! Where do they dream this stuff up?? Maybe they were hungry and it's like when I go grocery shopping hungry. I come home with all sorts of weird stuff and strange ideas for what's for dinner.
Meanwhile, I'll see you in the aisles of Jo-Ann's. I've got to find some bun-colored fleece to stuff for a hot dog bun. And a big box and lots of yellow paint...
