The Obligatory Boo Post…

For one night, the stress went away. My kids dressed in their chosen holiday attire and joined with their cousin who had come on a special visit just for Trick-or-Treating from several hours away.

This is my tribute to their Halloween efforts:

Dear oldest one,

You had the best costume of the night, and I had other parents tell me that too, so it isn’t just a mom bias. You wanted to wear this last year and it didn’t work out, so I’m so glad we got it this year. Do you know how neat I think it is that you like to listen to Elvis’s greatest hits when you’re vegging in your room or to go to sleep at night?

 

The past few years, I’ve really appreciated your choice of Halloween costume. Gone are the days of Star Wars or football players. We’ve gone from a Guitar Hero rocker:

 

To an out-of-this-world alien complete with a voice-morphing microphone.

 

To this year’s Elvis. 4th grade has turned out to be a very difficult year for us, my boy. But, we will get through it. When I see this smile, I know that everything will work itself out and you’ll always be my uniquely fabulous and creative son.

 

And to the little miss,

You were very opinionated about your costume this year. “I don’t want to be any princess or fairy!” You firmly stated. (Even though you’ve been in full princess garb for several years running before this one.) You held that stance even after you heard almost all of your friends were being fairies and princesses too. Instead, you chose something that completely fit your fun and fiesty personality:

 

You gave your mom two choices with very specific requirements this Halloween. The pirate girl, but not the one with pants or a “triangle hat.” It had to be the do-rag hat and a skirt. The only other acceptable option was the glittery pink Super Girl costume.

When I see you in this getup we found, I know that we chose the best one for you. After all, you love to wave your sword and shout out, “Shiver me TENDERS!” (It sounds so much better in the form of a chicken nugget, doesn’t it?) And much to your enjoyment, you found that two older girls on our street were also pirate girls. It could not have been more perfect!

And, as for your Mom. I am semi proud to admit that our candy bag did not develop the annual hole at the bottom whereby your Dad and I have the unspoken agreement that candy will be secretly withdrawn. I didn’t have a single candy until Halloween night. That night, I had 3 pieces. Not terribly bad.

I’ll admit here that my candy intake has steadily increased since then though. Ugh. Gotta work on that…

What about you? What were your kids for Halloween?  How are you faring with the candy?