Halloween

C’s school planned to have a “grammar costume day” on Halloween. So instead of coming to school in the costumes that they would be wearing later that night, the kids would come in as some form of speech.  For C’s class it was ‘adjective’.  That’s a nice idea, but now we have to come up with TWO costumes?

So I asked C which adjective he might want to go as, and he said that he’d rather not do it at all.  It wasn’t required was it? he’d ask.  No, it’s not required.  OK, let’s not do it, I’ll just be a vampire for Halloween night.

OK, great.  Only one costume to work on. The weekend before Halloween I didn’t think much about his costume, planning on getting it together Monday afternoon, once he came home from school.  We’ve always made his costumes ourselves, always at the last minute, so this was not unusual.  One year he wanted to be a tiger, so I took one of his old orange t-shirts covered it in  stripes of masking tape and spray painted the unmasked areas in black. Once the masking tape is pulled off, he had a orange and black striped shirt – there you go you’re a tiger.  One year he wanted to be a pirate – so I found a strip of red cloth, painted a skull on it,  cut out a piece of cardboard to look like a sword and painted it gray , wrapped the cloth around his head he’s a pirate with a sword.  One of the earliest was his request to be a robot.  That was easy, a cardboard box wrapped in aluminum foil, with a hole cut in it for a flashlight to poke out from the front, and added a few switches and dials from the pile of broken things in the basement to look like robot dials and buttons.  Cut a hole in the top for his head, holes on the sides for arms, and he’s a robot. So a vampire would be easy, take a black wool blanket wrap it around the shoulders and make some fangs.

Then Monday morning came and he asked me if he could go to school as “Stormy”.  This was at 8:30 in the morning.  We have to be at school by 8:45.  So we had ten minutes.  Uhhhh…. Ok, let’s see what we can do here…hhmmmm…. I said as the seconds ticked by.

We took that black wool blanket, wrapped it around his shoulders, pinned it on his shirt with several safety pins.  There you go, you’re a big black rain cloud!   This is what I said, trying to sound enthusiastic, while in my head I was thinking that this has got to be the worst costume I’ve ever come up with, but it’s all I can think of with ten minutes to go.

Then I drove him to school and started to see all of the elaborate costumes that the other kids had on.  There were a variety of adverbs, adjectives, nouns, conjunctions and prepositions.  One kid was dressed like a penguin, he was supposed to be “chilly”, one kid looked like a giant brain, he was supposed to be “erudite”.   So I was worried that he would feel a little left out since his costume could barely qualify as a costume.  All day I was worried that he would come out of school and be upset with the costume, but then again we only had ten minutes anyway.

Later that day, I go to pick him up from school.  All the kids come running out, very excited to plan their Trick or Treating night so they’re running around showing off their costumes to each other.  C comes out and says ‘Look at me I’m a storm!’ and runs across the field with his blanket flapping behind attached to his shoulders.  What a relief.

Later, while getting ready for a Halloween party, he says;  I want to be a dragon trainer!  Not a vampire?   No, a dragon trainer.   Once again, this is with about ten minutes to go before the party.

We took the black wool blanket, attached it to his shirt again, found a toy dragon and attached it to the blanket with some twine on his shoulder.  There you go, now you’re a dragon trainer.

 

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4 thoughts on “Halloween

    • Thanks, I should post more stories about parenting disasters though!

      Good to see that you’re Ok after the earthquake. There really should be more news coverage about the recovery here in the US.

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