Raising Kanes – Happy Halloween

Picking out the annual Halloween costume for your children can be more difficult than finding your grandmother a classy Christmas gift at Wal-Mart.
Take our older boy Timmy Junior, 4, for instance. He initially expressed interest in being a simple ghost – the scary kind, not friendly Casper mind you. That’s easy: a white bed linen, some face paint, and a hood instead of shelling out $40 at I-Party for basically them same thing.
Then, Junior’s mind started dancing. His costume ideas went wild, including anything from transformers, race car driver and Handy Manny to Mader from the movie “Cars”, firefighter, and alien.
Our younger Chris is also dressing up this year, but he’s two. He’ll wear what we want him to wear. He could be a bad banana and he wouldn’t know the difference.
Timmy’s a bit different, to say the least. Every time he got a new costume idea in his head, he would spend the night and the next acting out all of its manifestations. This little fella loves Halloween.
The challenge is my darling wife does not like Halloween, which I find odd given her entire family hosted some of the most famous of all Halloween scare parties while growing up in Spencer. Perhaps she just got burnt out. Her mom still dresses full regalia like a witch every Halloween, sitting on the front porch handing out candy.
Anyways, the night before Halloween festivities commenced – four days before the actual holiday – we still had no costumes for either child. My wife had this grandiose idea to convert old boxes kicking around the house into the tow-truck named Mader, and after I gathered them all up, she changed her mind. Too many paper cuts and how ever would Timmy navigate pre-school and playgroups wearing this giant box? Now I have all these boxes that I don’t know what to do with.
So I finally put my foot down on the eve before Timmy’s first of many Halloween parties. I wisped the family into the truck and drove to Wal-Mart, a sure bet for something cheap and manageable.
Well, Wal-Mart was picked cleaned of needed sizes, and all that remained that would fit were attack force Delta type costumes, which my lovely wife refuses to purchase.
So, in the end, the store my wife visited with Timmy two weeks earlier we ended up back in – on deadline. Timmy found a ghost costume for $12, not bad, and Chris got his how so ever cute dinosaur outfit. Thank goodness.
Now if we can just get Chris to keep the dinosaur head on him. He just keeps ripping it off, so daddy decided to wear it for him instead.

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