With one of my children far past the age in which I can dress him in whatever costume is either cute or hysterical blackmail fodder, the other one bears the brunt of my Psychosis, Halloween Variety. As you might have guessed, it’s the little one that I’m referring to.
Exhibit A: Last Year’s Costume
What the hell IS that costume?
Go here if you want to see some more photos of Alex in action.
And in a stunning display of choosing a costume I would *never* have chosen, and furthering the notion that biology plays hardly any role in Ben’s life, Ben was a…
I don’t have a reference photo for last year, since I couldn’t catch him before he ran off, but he was Darth Vader. Exactly the OTHER costume I wouldn’t have chosen for him. Ever.
Between my busted foot and Alex’s decision to get up a whole 2 hours earlier than normal, we were in no real shape for Trick or Treating. Thankfully, other people were able to take Ben, saving Dave and I from the delightful and titillating screams of my second son.
Alex, it seems, is just simply not old enough for Halloween. And apparently I am getting too creaky to do it myself. To top it off, those damn kids were on my lawn again. Me, without my cane.