Anyway, Saturday I was out doing errands and found a dog costume in Old Navy. Aaron loves to pretend he's a dog these days. He crawls around on his hand and knees and barks. Ask him about dinner and he'll answer, "Yes, ruff-ruff. I want noodle soup, ruff-ruff." So I thought, perfect! He'll be a dog instead. I brought home the costume, his eyes lit up and he put it on. He actually wore the bottom half of the costume for a few hours. Guilt assuaged!! I could count myself as a good mom again!! Sunday came and he couldn't wait to go trick-or-treating. Time to put on the dog costume!! "NO! Not the doggy. I don't like the doggy. I want the pirate costume!" By which he meant the space man costume. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Saturday night, Mike and I went to a grown-ups only Halloween birthday party. We were in homemade costumes. Our host and hostess were in super fancy brocade Marie Antoinette and Louis XI costumes, and most of their guests followed suit. The best costume of all was the guy who wrapped himself in bubble wrap, put mailing stickers all over himself and a big label that said "to USA from Yemen". He was a suspicious package.
Mike was Jimmy McMillan from the New York State Governor's race. If you don't know who that is, just click here. I was a cheerleader.
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