I am not a costume maker. It is the one thing I give myself a break on. I might individually label drinking straws for a birthday party or carve 100 baby carrots to look like dragon claws, but when it comes to costumes I give myself a break and just buy the darn things.
This year, unfortunately, my boys wanted to be Minecraft characters and, as I keep whining about, Minecraft has not sold themselves out to every possible merchandising opportunity out there, which makes them a scumbag company in my book. It means I had to make my boys’ costumes this year.
It took forever.
And then it took forever again when I finally faced the fact that it was definitely going to rain on Halloween and I had to cover every inch of these masks with clear contact paper or they would return from trick-or-treating wearing plain boxes on their heads. There is a very fine line between being a Creeper and being a kid with a box on his head.
The boys are: a tamed wolf, a Creeper, and a zombie.
Actually, Rocco really went more as a sexy creeper, as this next picture demonstrates.
Anyway, on no other night of the year would I put a box with two tiny eyeholes in it on my young children’s heads and tell them to walk around the neighborhood on a pitch black, rainy night.
Maybe Halloween isn’t the miracle holiday I made it out to be earlier this week?
Nah. It totally is.
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