I've been putting off making Cass's costume, hoping against hope he'd change his mind and not want to be this complicated thing he wants to be.
Wishful thinking...or a healthy dis-like of duct tape? You decide.
Yesterday, though, there was a glimmer of hope.
I brought out the advertisements for Halloween costumes from the paper. And gushed. Couldn't hurt, right?
He really liked the look of the fireman outfit, but then we turned the page and there.it.was.
An RCMP* outfit.
And it was glorious. Hat, coat, striped pants, the whole bit.
C: Oh, oh, look at that! Look at that! Maybe I want to be a police officer.
Me: (patting self on back - I'm sooo smart!) Sure, honey, you can be...
C: Next year.
*Seriously, all y'all State-side know this is the Canadian police, right?