I love you. I love you with all of my heart. You know this. But Sweetie...you are wreckin' my holiday. Hallowe'en has always been my extra fabulous fantastical favorite holiday, and you're wreckin' it for me, kid! Maybe, one day, when you're older or grown up, you too will appreciate Hallowe'en as I do; but for now, I guess I'll just have to be content being "mom".
Although I love being Mom, it's not really scary (well, maybe at times it is), it's hardly gruesome (am I forgetting that last vomit-filled bout of the flu?), it's not fantasy (except for my new role as the Tooth Fairy), or glamorous (yeah, nothing to add here). Okay- forget all of that as my examples are weak.
Case in point: I purposely made my Corpse Bride (from the movie) costume ultra non-scary. You still persisted to pull off my wig, and wanted me to wash off my "purple eyes". Last year, you refused to let me wear the red Raggedy Ann wig, and wiped off my freckles. People thought I was the St. Paulie Girl.
Jack o' lanterns, ghosts, bats, skeletons, Hallowe'en songs, games- all of it is tolerable, except... Mom in costume. Why???
I know- your costume criteria:
#1- Nothing on the face (for fear of changeling. i.e. make-up cat whiskers may make you turn into a cat).
#2- Costume only.
#3- No wigs or hair coloring of any kind (hair must remain its usual color). Hats are okay.
Yes- I realize I violated rule #3, but I was hoping it would be okay since I didn't do the whole get up. I was going for 2 out of 3?
Oh well, there's always next year.
I love you,