Shit, this sure feels familiar: Little over a week away and we have no costume for Chooch because he won’t pick one.
The closest we’ve come to locking in an idea was at the pie party. I can’t believe I forgot to mention this in that particular post, as it was one of the highlights of the day for me.
The party hadn’t yet started and Chooch was coloring with my brother Corey and his girlfriend Danielle. Unprovoked, Chooch blurted out, “Corey, I’m going to be you for Halloween.”
This of course was followed by a Walton-esque moment pregnant with “Aw!”s and sappy smiles. I figured we could just give him a hair cut, toss on a flannel and give him a cane decorated with a gray-toned rainbow as a shout-out to Corey’s tragic color blindness. Costume complete!
“Yeah,” Chooch continued, intently coloring his page from the Star Wars coloring book. “I’m going to slice your face off and wear it.”
We all laughed nervously.
Of COURSE this wasn’t going to end as a sweet, adorable page for the family scrapbook. Not when it involves dialogue from my kid.
So when people at work ask what he’s going to be, I just shrug.