Friday, Little Man came home from school, declaring, “Hey—a bunch of my friends are going to Trunk or Treat, so I’m gonna go!”
And the hubby and I proceeded to groan in unison.
Then I had to call my son over to me for an apologetic, straight-talking lecture that explained a few very important truths about birth order.
I basically told him: Look, there are a ton of super-fantastic amazing things about being the youngest. You get away with way more. You get privileges far earlier than your siblings ever did.
BUT…you gotta take the bad with the good.
And the bad part of being the youngest is that Daddy and I have been to 2,743 Trunk or Treats by now, so we’re over it, ha.
But then, I also told him we’d rally our haunted spirit—and that’s exactly what we did!
Admittedly, it was pretty dang easy when Little Man donned his hysterical, awesomesauce costume that I made sure to have on hand when I guessed he might decide to attend like this, last minute.
I give you…Pumpkin Bones! (As one passing child named him, tehe.)
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It’s a six-foot tall inflatable that’s the perfect coverage for a tween who’s slightly self-conscious about dressing up and far more interested in drawing attention and entertaining, ha.
He was hands-down a hit.
Strangers at school asked for photo opps with him, he made it in the school newsletter (courtesy of the delighted Principal) and it was an all-around easy-breezy, happy Trunk or Treat for his final Elementary School Halloween experience!
And, now…the costume hoopla from beginning to end:
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Final, fun tidbit: I especially loved it when Little Man did his Michael Jackson moves while inflated. I mean, it doesn’t get more comical than that. ;)
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Happy Tuesday, peeps!
More as the week progresses!
P.S. Chica had a fun round of costumed Halloween fun this weekend, too! She attended an Orchestra party that turned out to be a super-fun time. :)
She and a couple of friends did a whole Alice in Wonderland thing and it was totes adorbs.
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