I have to fight my natural tendency to dictate the family Halloween agenda. I've always loved the creative aspect of the holiday and I cringe every time I seen an uninspired power ranger or Toy Story Woody. "My kids will never do that," I say through clenched teeth. "They will do something brilliant. Unique. Something exceptional!" But I've learned that kids don't want exceptional. They don't want unique. They want the common, the tried-and-true, the safe. I feel like weeping. But I will be strong and if my kids want to be Ariel or Lightning McQueen I will set aside my wounded elitist pride and let them be... common.
The process of nailing down this year's Halloween costumes has taken us through a number of intermediate destinations. We were going to be sharks at one point. (Lots of potential there, I thought!) Spiders were in the running for a while. (Yeah! We could get creative with spiders!) But we seem to have settled now on a rebellious alliance...complete with injection-mold plastic masks and mass-produced faux wigs. I will submit to it, though the Force within me is somewhat disturbed. As if millions of sparks of creativity suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced...
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| Hey you on the right! Aren't you a little short to be a stormtrooper? |
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