Halloween is a big deal at my house. Not for me, not for my kids, but for my husband. Before we met he created a mummy costume with strips of cloth dyed with tea. It required hours of careful wrapping around his super tall and skinny body along with applying extra pieces here and there to “accent”. His costume was amazing and he won 2 round trip plane tickets. Then I entered the picture…on one of our first few dates he had me meet him at a mall where he was standing in front of a salon waving at people. He claims he was getting paid by the store, but now that I know him I wonder if he was just doing this for the fun of it! I didn’t realize that after we were married I would be the one spending hours wrapping to his satisfaction. Even after JellyBean came along and I wanted to take her out trick-or-treating, this was still our Halloween evening ritual. “Ethan, Halloween is for kids!” And his response was and still is, “But I am one of the kids.” When age and weight made his mummy costume not as realistic (mummies don’t have love handles) I thought we had finally moved on. Oh how naïve I was! He designed a new costume with the use of a borrowed Jedi robe and a pair of homemade wooden stilts. He became…an 8 foot tall grim reaper! He scared children so bad that groups of children would literally cross the street before our house and then walk back over after our house. Last year at the end of the evening I found a stuffed Winnie the Pooh toy in our driveway, I told Ethan that he finally scared “The Pooh” out of someone! Again, “Isn’t Halloween for the kids?” “I am one of the kids” is still his response. He would make the post office proud: rain, sleet, snow or even lack of kids won’t bring him in early! I shouldn’t complain too much because that costume won us a year’s worth of Chick-fil-A meals from a radio station and at a different time, 2 round trip airfare tickets to Cancun from his work. The trouble now is that he has to come up with something better each year for his work’s costume contests. Don’t worry, he is always the grim reaper at night, but during the day he has been a 4 foot tall Jawa from Star Wars (he walked around on his knees with tiling knee pads); last year (okay, I must admit, this one was MY idea) he was a TSA Body Scanned Image (he works for a national airline company so his co-workers did find this funny.) This year he is still using stilts and becoming…wait for it….an 8 foot tall clown. He has just re-broken his little piggy toe by running into…get this…his stilts, but that hasn’t stopped him! This week already he has made several children cry at costume parties we have attended. Ethan, isn’t Halloween for the children? Maybe as a costume choice for next year you should at least listen to your child’s suggestion: LouLou says that next year you need to dress up as an 8 foot tall fairy…yep, with the amount of leg and chest hair you have I think that definitely fits in the category of scary!
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Iam HILARIOUS...or so I tell my children regularly! I am a horrible cleaning lady, an okay social organizer for all of my 'peeps' activities, but I make AMAZING cookies! I love my family...especially when they all leave to school or work and I'm alone with 2 dogs, 2 box turtles and my own imagination!