A few weeks ago Nate and I were in Target and we went by the Halloween costumes to see what they had. I didn't really intend to buy anything that day. But Nate saw a monkey costume ("CUR'OUS ZYORGE!") and got all excited to see one of his favorite characters. I didn't put it in the cart initially, but when we got to the checkout, he insisted we go back and correct that error in judgment. Nate was a monkey his first year, but who am I to dissuade monkey love? And how many more years I am going to be able to put him in a cuddly costume?
So I bought it and couldn't wait for the cuteness.
And then we got home and he WOULD NOT TRY IT ON. A week passed and he still would not try it on. And another. And maybe another. But if you asked him what he was going to be for Halloween, he would claim, "CUR'OUS ZYORGE!"
And then it was time to wear costumes to one of our mommy and me classes. All the toddlers were decked out in their fuzzy finest.
He did however get to enjoy his first lollipop. The teacher handed them out and before I could get over to help him with it, he had already torn off the wrapper and proceeded to the licking part. Innate lollipop abilities. Or he just watched the other kids. Either way, brilliant.
So now it's three days before Halloween and I find myself back at Target desperately looking for a fireman's coat. And I find myself purchasing my worst nightmare. A toxic vinyl coat, so big it covers his whole body. It is off-gassing like crazy, but I figured - sigh - it's just for one day.
Except he put it on as soon as we got home. And wore it just about all day. And it came with props! I might have been asked ten different times today, "Mommy, where's my ax?!" He is thrilled with his new costume. THRILLED. R.I.P. fluffy costumes.