Our neighborhood hosts a Halloween parade every year on the Sunday before. Of course, the men of Christ Renews His Parish scheduled a retreat the same day, which divided my time to help prepare the kids. When I arrived home, the doll, complete in her witch costume informed me she was embarrassed to be near her brother. “Why, did he come up with a good costume?” “No, mom, he’s going as himself except he’s wearing a hat.” ‘Well”, I began, “He is a scary dude in his own right, with all that hair…maybe that could be enough”. Not buying my explanation she said, “Whatever Mom, but I’m not claiming him as my brother”. “Whatever? Is right!
The boy had made plans the day before with Marg, to accompany her to the parade. Afterward, they would receive various candies thrown from the cars and floats and then run back to her house to play. The idea was to be at her house by 12:30 pm in costume so they would arrive together at the 1 pm set up. The boy’s father, feeling sorry for him, took both kids out shopping for the right accessories for their costumes, yet the only thing the boy found that he liked was an “Indiana Jones” styled hat. I met up with him while he was walking down to Marg’s. “Boy, you’re not in costume, where are you going?” As he walked past me he said, “Yes I am, I’m wearing a hat. That’s my costume”. ‘Wait, you’re going as yourself except you’re wearing a hat?” “No mom” he began, “I’m going as a super commando sniper, who wears a cool hat”. He lifted his jacket in the back to reveal to me a Nerf gun he had placed in the waist band of his camouflage shorts. “See I got the gun, the hat and the style. I’m good to go! Love ya momma”.