Brought to mind by Kyran
What? You don't still have a pile of candy? You must not have a nine-year old who is OBSESSED with making it last until Christmas.
No, the costumes. Oy, the COSTUMES.
Between work and life and the crazed-errand-running soft shoe shuffle a few days before Halloween, I had an epiphany.
An epiphany, right there in the middle of the costume aisle.
We had PLENTY of costumes already. They were all in the dress-up box. So, I bustled home and grandly (and not at all nastily) told the kids that this was the last year I was going to buy costumes.
You would have thought I had declared that this year we would be collecting candy for the express purpose of throwing it in the mud and then feeding it to the dog. There was a bit of self-righteous snorting. There may have been some weeping.
But I held firm. After all, part of the fun of Halloween was creating a costume!
Cass had changed his mind, again, and now wanted to be a zombie. So off I went to the internet (god bless the internet) to learn how to do zombie makeup. He was mollified when I promised him he'd look cool.
R wanted to be a witch, with the regulation black dress and hat - but not an evil witch, a good witch. Hmm.
He looked rotten - and rotted! - and old. Several adults took a step back when he showed up on their doorstep and I think he enjoyed that the most of all.