Smell My Feet

Update: Folks, we have a winner! My friend Amanda correctly guessed, almost in perfect order, King Peter's costume. This year she was a Baby Kitty Princess Ballerina. Natch. Amanda, kindly collect your promised 50 points for Gryffindor (or perhaps, in your case, for Ravenclaw). Thank you for playing.

Just so we're clear, this was a nearly 11th hour costume choice. Three weeks ago she was set on Witch. A week later that changed to Ghost. Two days before Halloween she was saying Spider (and I was saying NO WAY), and the night before Halloween she said "Baby Kitty Princess Ballerina!" This entire concoction is sort of a surprise, since she has zero interest in ballerinas or princesses, but I was happy to oblige and put together a cardboard-tinfoil-elastic tiara at the last minute. On the way to my folks' house to trick-or-treat, as she sat in her special, unique costume, she declared that she wanted to be a transformer, a boat, and a minivan. At that point I think she was just naming things she saw out of her window. (Uh-duh, there were trick-or-treaters dressed up like Optimus Prime.)

Back to our normally scheduled blog post.

Original Post: Well, I know the very practical jackets don't do us any aesthetic favors, but dang, it was a chilly Halloween. I hope you can see the recycled taekwondo uniforms underneath the boys' jackets; said uniforms, when paired with lightsabers, yield one Obi-Wan and one Luke Skywalker. Don't ask me who was supposed to be whom, because I don't know.

If you say, "Gee, Christine, this may be your most half-assed Halloween yet," I will solemnly nod in agreement and raise a celebratory glass of wine. Folks. I'm subsisting on 3 hours of sleep a night due to a) a newborn, and b) three larger kiddos who are sick with nasty colds. (As usual.) Things are going to be half-assed, and I am going to gladly own this fact.

The youngest Case and The Godling stayed home with their beloved Ta (Case-speak for "grandmother") while My Sister the Goddess and I took all the kids trick-or-treating. Baby Goddess was characteristically adorable as a jack-'o-lantern, and I will raise my glass and award 50 points to Gryffindor to the person who can accurately guess just what King Peter the Boy was supposed to be. Study her picture carefully, and consider this clue: her costume was a completely unique, 3-year-old-generated invention, and it involved young felines, royalty, and professional dancers.

You guys, I just practically gave that away. I am going to be so ashamed of you if you can't figure this one out.

Now to start thinking about a half-assed Christmas. Cheers.