It’s that time of year again. Costumes and creepy decorations are appearing in stores everywhere.
My girls have already decided what they want to dress up as this year. Well, it was in fact my three-year-old who chose for them. After first insisting that she wanted to wear last year’s Kermit the Frog costume again, she later decided that she wanted to be Winne-the-Pooh. That stuck for a week or so, up until yesterday when she saw a Scooby Doo costume, which we purchased. She then came home and talked her big sister into being Daphne. They’re both enthusiastic about this theme, and it better stay that way until after the Big Night.
To carry things a step further, they want their Daddy to be Fred because, according to my six-year-old, “he’s taller and more handsome than Shaggy.” I guess that leaves me with Velma, the smart chick. I can live with that. Now I just need to find the outfit, a wig, and Harry Potter glasses.