For weeks Miss A talked up being a werewolf for Halloween. I tried to persuade her to change her mind, I’ll admit. I guess I was missing the sweet princess era, which apparently came to a resounding halt two years ago when she dressed up like “Sleeping Booty” and I fixed her hair in a feminine up do befitting of a princess. I’m not really surprised by her request, though, since she’s my girl who has told me she wants a motorcycle and to smoke a cigar when she turns 16.
Last weekend after her outpatient surgery I decided my sweet baby girl would be a werewolf if that’s really what she wanted to be. I mean it could be worse, right?
We headed to Party City and she stood there gazing up at the great wall of costumes in awe. We found a werewolf costume in the boys’ section but it was too large. I secretly felt a glimmer of hope stirring within my manipulative mother’s soul. Maybe she’d change her mind? Well she would have nothing else but a werewolf costume. We headed down to the mask aisle and there it was…the perfect mask. We even found crazy werewolf gloves. She really wanted a plaid shirt to complete the look, just like the boys’ costume set, so we trekked over to Goodwill and found the perfect brown plaid button down.
Blurry iPhone photo…or maybe it’s blurry because I was shaking in SHEER TERROR.
Yesterday after school I was helping her take her boots off and she laid her head down on my lap and looked up at me with big brown eyes, “Mommy, you know what I really want to be now for Halloween?”