Entry FeedLast Friday I took all three kids to buy Halloween Costumes.
Son One, obviously the most enthusiastic about all holidays, had been bugging Husband and I for a while.
Back when I was growing up, my mom would talk to us about what we wanted to be, and then painstakingly design and sew three costumes. Every. Single. Year. Be it Raggedy Ann, an angel, a devil, little Red Riding Hood, little Bo Peep, or my favourite - three different colours of matching crayon costumes for my sisters and I, they were home made.
Now costumes are so cheap (relatively) to buy that we've lost the homemade ones.
So, instead, we went to the party super store north of Evans past Islington.
Walked down aisles filled with so many gruesome displays that I had to carry daughter to the back of the store with the eyes squeezed shut and her head buried in my shoulder.
The back of the store, to where they have wall upon wall of pictures of costumes. You pick, right down your size and number, and look for help.
We had a wonderful woman help us, allowing me to try the kids costumes on over the clothes (the line-up for the change-rooms was long) and running to the back to get me different costumes or sizes as necessary.
Daughter, of course, is a pink princess. However, her dress lights up. Son Two is a Golden Dragon Ninja. He didn't know what he wanted to be, but seems happy with his choice. Son One really wanted to be a hippie, but they didn't have a prepacked version. So instead he found 20's Gangster.
Of course they all insist on coming home and wearing their costumes around, "for Daddy." Already Son One's tommy gun is broken and Daughter is losing some of the lights.
Now I just have to keep reminding them that it is far to early to carve the pumpkins. Of course I am also putting off the Halloween candy purchase, no matter how tempting, because I just know that I will have to run out the day before anyway.