Before you run to the comments, you should know that Halloween is a time-honored tradition in our home. I only missed one year of dressing up in the last thirty-two, and it was the year we gave out so much candy I had to make a second trip to CVS. (Because what is Halloween without leftover candy?) We always do a theme and our children’s comfort level comes first. Ours may be completely disregarded. As may our dignity.
Our first year as parents was Halloween 2006.
And my mom had already provided the chicken costume.
So we became the road. And our costume became:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
In 2007, E would only wear a sweatshirt that is secretly a costume.
Thus we were a Cat, a Dog and Animal Control.
And went to a friend’s neighborhood party where only the kids dressed up. Awesome.
In 2008, not only were we just barely crossing a line with Lois Lane, Superman and Lex Luther:
But we went to a grown-up party as two Old Punks and a Punk-in-utero.
Which brings us to last year’s PHENOMENON.
The Fire, the Fireman, the Fire Truck and the Dalmatian.
BAM! I’ll take home my prize of all your candy now.
But subliminally, I was just your typical flaming liberal trapped in Dixie.
So there you have it.
Are you intimidated?
Because I could TOTALLY make us into the characters from Twilight. I already have my doppelgänger.
And so does E:
So now you know we’re working with next-to-nothing this year.
I ask: What should we be for Halloween?
Answer you hate. The big reveal will be next weekend. Thanks for all the ideas you geniuses!