I was thinking that I had this Halloween all taken care of in the costume-department.
And now I know better.
Alex wants to wear her Ariel costume (Yes, the fishy smelling one. It's getting better with time) for trick-or-treating.
Derek doesn't really care, so I planned to just use an old lion costume we have for him.
Now all that was left to do was to start Halloween boot camp here at the house.
We train with long walks and calisthenics. I can't have them getting tired after just a quarter of a mile, right?
Then I skill them in the art of candy recognition.
Bypass the Laffy Taffy, go for the Snickers.
I have 2 weeks left to teach them all of my favorite treats.
Just when things were going along swimmingly, I received a note home from Alex's school. The kindergartners are having a nursery rhyme parade, and need a costume.
If I haven't mentioned it before, my general level of craftiness falls into the slim to none category.
I'm trying to sell Alex on a few "easier" costumes to put together, but she's being rather particular.
Me: Alex, wouldn't you like to be a star? You could be twinkle twinkle little star, and I can make you into a big cardboard star.
Alex: Can I be the cow that jumps over the moon?
Me: How about the three little kittens? I'll find you some cat ears and a tail, and you can carry two other stuffed kittens and a few mittens. Purrfect!
So then while at church this morning, an announcement was made about their costume event that's coming up, "Hallelujah Night."
Aaaaaaand they want the kids to come as Bible characters.
You people are killing me here.
How many costumes is this October going to require of me?
First I tried to think of any mentioning of mermaids in the Bible. When that fell flat, I moved onto what I thought the easiest costumes to put together would be.
And so I've decided that I will pick up a pair of fishnet stockings and pull out some of Alex's smaller clothes.
She can be Rahab.
For Derek, I'm thinking white sheet with the letters H-O-L-Y written across it.
Nothing says "Hallelujah" like a prostitute and walking blasphemy, eh?
And now I should probably say that I'm just kidding.
Because I am.
Really, I am.
I'm sure we'll come up with something...