This week at my daughter's dance class the instructor asked the girls "What are you going to be for Halloween?"
Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses got 4 mentions, there were 3 future Little Mermaids and one blank stare. We hadn't gotten that far at our house.
"Oh shit" I thought. "Please don't let her say something offensive!". Girl characters aren't a favorite thing of hers.
Then I thought "Please don't let her name a costume that I can't make!"
If given the choice, I would rather hear her yell "Barbie is stupid!" versus hearing her respond "I want to be a dragon with blue scales and a long green tail that breathes fire!" I can't sew that well.
"I'm going to be a black cat!" she announced, full of confidence.
Huh? A black cat? Since when?
Well, it's sort of unimaginative, but I can handle it.
Tonight while my husband took the two kids out for ice cream I started working on the head. When they walked in the door with mouths full of ice cream I didn't hear them coming.
I was totally busted wearing part of my daughter's Halloween costume.
It's so warm and fuzzy I am seriously considering making a hat for myself.
What are you going to be for Halloween?!