Ah, the joys of motherhood. For the past two months Zack has insisted he didn't want to wear a costume (he never has wanted to). I gave him a catalog full of costumes -- not interested. He picked out a t-shirt to wear with spiders and pumpkins on it and orange sweat pants and wanted to wear THAT for his costume. No problem, I buy the shirt and pants.
I continue throughout the past weeks to interest him in a costume -- took him to Toys R Us to look -- not interested. Showed him some web sites -- not interested.
So what happens today?
He decides he wants a costume.
Today. Halloween. The day OF Halloween.
Not only did he want a costume. He insisted on being a jet.
Not something simple like a ghost, a pirate, something that I could easily make with things readily on hand.
So off to Walmart we go. And you guessed it -- no Halloween costumes of ANY kind. I did luck into a Superman treat bucket, and I said, "Well, Superman flies LIKE a jet", so we got that.
We get home, and he still wants a jet COSTUME.
Thank goodness I have a huge craft closet. All I could manage were the wings of a jet, but you never saw a kid happier. He was running up and down the sidewalks yelling, "Trick or Treat! Trick or Treat! Trick or Treat! I'm FAST! I'm a jet!", arms outstretched, flying away.