A Costume Conundrum
I never have had a problem finding costumes for my kids to dress up. They have creativity pouring out their ears. If anything, pulling off the creative costumes is far more difficult and expensive than any thought of being creative and doing it.
My two sons have very different personalities. My one son love Sci-Fi so his was in his head forever. Most the parents and none of the kids in his school or what have you even knew what he was doing. He didn’t care.
Yep. He went as Arthur Dent. Martin Freeman, the actor in the film version has a doppleganger. My son had his slippers, his green robe, even the slightly depressed and confused look of Freeman from the film. I had to get a green robe, of course, but we had the slippers and the shirt and sweats. He lost the towel, so he’d be in some big trouble in the Douglas Adams universe.
His brother up there in the top was Charlie Brown. Not a big deal at all. His sister . . . a Hogwarts student. Again, not hard, she had the cape and the tie.
I was encouraged to dress up, be a kid again, have fun! We were going to a friend’s house so why not?
The conundrum was what to do? I had a half-hour to get a costume. I started with Marty McFly, I had jeans, a jean jacket . . . but the only down vest in the house was pink and was waaay to small. That succeeded in also making me look about as old as I was. It dawned on me then, though . . . kakhis . . . hat . . . military-style shirt.
So I was Indy.
That came together in about 10 minutes…with a chorus of “that’s just NOT FAIR” from the daughter, who couldn’t believe I slapped together a costume in a few minutes and it was actually a passable Indiana Jones. Okay . . . old Indy, like Crystal Skull-ish Indy, but still . . .
This was a great day for a number of reasons. we went to friends, had food, the kids went out and got – literally – 9-10 pounds of candy each. The boys counted and traded with their friends. My daughter laughed and talked about her classes and such. It was a great night.
When we got home my daughter and I sat down, the boys exhausted and sleeping already. She looked up, a twinkle in her eye like her mother used to have. My wife had that twinkle when she was feeling mischievous and wanted to do something. This day came just one day after their mother’s birthday, a day that they all enjoyed and sadness was not the norm. (Okay, I was a bit down in the morning, but it got much, much better).
“Can I count my candy like when I was a little 5-year-old again,” my daughter asked?
“Of course, I told her.”
She grinned, took a meticulous count of all her candy, laid out what she’d try to con her brothers into taking, and then kissed me good night.
This . . . was the end of a great evening, and we weren’t even trying for great. Just to get by.
But then . . . my son DID have his towel with him at the beginning. I guess we somehow had reached level 42 . . . live, the universe and everything.