Year after year we end up spending an ungodly insane amount of money on Halloween costumes. After vowing to go "simple", we let ourselves down and run out the day before Halloween to grab some leftover costume that no one else wanted and end up paying double the price ... it seems.
I know people, save your comments ... we aren't paying double. IT JUST SEEMS LIKE WE ARE. I don't know ... maybe we just had too many kids.
YA THINK?
Well, this year we surprisingly held true to our word.
Kinda.
Jake is going to be a nerd, since it went over so well last year. Plus, since he is too "old" and "mature" for Halloween costumes ... it's kinda like he doesn't even have to dress up. (ooohhh, I know, that was mean!)
Drew is going to be a baseball player ... and wear Jake's baseball uniform. EASY!
Emily is going to be a cheerleader ... and use an outfit she already has in their dress up bin. SCORE!
And Molly, well, she agreed to be a ghost.
And since Molly so graciously agreed to just throw a pillow case over her head, I went out this weekend and purchased a "FANCY NANCY" costume and I'm not going to tell her about it until tomorrow, when she has to dress up for her little party. You should have seen how giddy I was skipping out of Target with that sucker. I wish they had it in my size.
Anyway, since my children are difficult pains in the ass most of the time and ruin all my fun on the rare instances I try to be nice, I figured I needed to somewhat prepare her ... without her knowing. So, on the way home from school, in an attempt to escape the High School Musical tunes that we've been listening to every single freakin' day in the car for the last year, I actually attempted to have a conversation with my sweet, loving three year old.
"So, did you like the Fancy Nancy book Daddy read to you last night before bed?" I asked sounding enthusiastic.
"No." she replied. "Turn it on "BET ON IT", please."
"Don't you think Fancy Nancy is FANCY? I think she is awesome. Don't you wish you could dress like her?" I kept trying.
"No." she answered again. "Number 8, please!"
"I think Fancy Nancy is the coolest girl in the whole world."
Nothing from Molly.
"Really!" I was growing impatient, in my head seeing Big Daddy's veins popping out of his temples as he opens the bill from this costume I purchased, "Don't you want to wear Fancy Nancy's clothes?"
"Aaaahhh, nnnnoooooo." she hollered in a tone that implied she thought I was a total and complete imbecile. "If I wore her clothes SHE'D BE COMPLETELY NAKED! High School Musical, please!"
Tune in tomorrow to see if I can transform Miss Molly from a complete brat into Fancy Nancy.
I say ... there's a 30-70 shot.
Wanna place your bets?
