I would like to give a shout out to all the normal children who select Halloween costumes that can be easily acquired with a trip to Party City, Target or Goodwill. (Three cheers for Batman!)
I know better than to ask too soon, but in a moment of utter stupidity, I got the ball rolling the other day with my six-year-old, “Charlie, what would you like to be for Halloween?”
Silence. Silence. “Hmm.”
I twitched having a flashback to the mad costume-making episode.
Uh, what kid wants to be a lawyer for Halloween?!?!
He has had a recent fascination with contracts: He loves those sticky tabs with an arrow that say “sign here.” He brings us lots of faux contracts to sign and says things like, “Sign here, print here…and initial here,” all while pointing.
We thought it was cute until it occurred to us he might be studying our signatures.
I decided not to bring up Halloween again, hoping the tide would turn and it did tonight – though not in a direction I thought it would ever go.
A few minutes ago, Molly and I were sitting in the kitchen together and here comes Charlie, wearing this.
“Mom, for Halloween at school I am going to be Pete the Cat or someone from Tangled.”
Eyeing the long pink patch of hair in a doll comb attached to the side of his head, I decided to go with, “ You could be Flynn Rider…?”
Charlie, in an excited brain-storm moment, raised both hands slightly said, “Wait, can I be Jesus?!?! I wanna be Jesus!”
Lord help me.