tis the season

I took Youngest to the party store the other day - to figure out his Halloween costume.
I have, for many years, made intricate (every feather of an eagle for 5 year old Oldest), amusing (a pickle for Middle) and cinematic (Igore from Young Frankenstein for Youngest) costumes for my children but for the past couple of years the kids have drifted towards things like 'deranged superhero' which required easily procured props (a spatula, a utility belt and an old cape) from the party store.
And so we wandered the aisles looking for something to delight him.
Many things were considered. And he was especially amused with this but he's going solo to the party.
After walking past the jabbering tiki heads several times he came upon a scythe and his eyes twinkled.
A little further down the aisle there was a set of large black feathered wings - and suddenly it all became clear.
He decided to be the angel of death. In street clothes.
And so, with these things purchased he proceeded to tickle me with death jokes for the rest of the day.



"The black plague wasn't so bad. For me."

"Hey. Who killed the party? Oops. My bad."

I was delighted when he was invited to a party. He doesn't feel too old to go trick or treating but many of his friends feel too old to go. And I definitely feel too old to take him.
But the kids invited to the party are meeting to trick or treat before the party which is perfect.

I'll be home alone.

I don't know what Middle has planned.
And I'm not sure I want to know.
He did ask me to pick up two pints of fake blood for him at the party store -which I did.


I suggested that he go as Carrie at the prom. I could comb thrift shops for the dress.
But he nixed it.
I can tell he's got something planned though - I'll try to get some pictures.

With his help, we did the decorations...



he seemed awfully good at it.



And, at one point, he impatiently said: mom, this isn't the first time you've tp'd a house is it?