Thirty-Nine Days and Counting

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We started the “How many days to Halloween?” countdown about two weeks ago. Like me, Iz loves Halloween. It’s my favorite holiday; I’m pretty sure it’s one of her favorites; however, it is not her favorite yet, because she still very much fancies the holidays where gifts for her are mandatory!

We bought her costume last week. She wanted to be a princess one minute and then a witch the next. I told her that she could take her time deciding, and we would come back in a week or two. But, no, she wouldn’t hear of that. She had to get her costume then.

I feared that she’d change her mind two weeks before, so I made the prerequisite Mom statement, “Okay, but if we buy the costume now, you can’t change your mind two weeks before Halloween.” (Don’t you love those days when you say to yourself, “Jeez, I sound just like my mother!”)

Anyway, we went up and down the aisles, looking at all costumes.
She said, “Yeah, I want to be a princess,” as she held the princess costume out from its hook on the wall, scrutinizing the dress, the tiara, and the scepter.
Then after a few seconds of thought, she’d let the costume drop back against the wall, start to look around again, and then she’d say, “No. I want to be a witch.”
This went on for about 10 minutes, and I again repeated that we could come back later and then the above-mentioned prerequisite Mom statement.
She then said, “Yeah, I want to be a witch.”

Of course, what kind of a witch couldn’t you be courtesy of Target?
There was Glamour Witch, Glitter Witch, Pretty Witch, Elegant Witch, Ugly Witch, and even a Princess Witch.

Note to Self: Look for PMS Witch in the adult costume aisle. Actually, does one really need a costume for that? :-)

I thought for sure she’d go for the Princess Witch, because wasn’t that the best of both worlds, but no, Glamour Witch it was, complete with broom, orange and black tights, and black boots. The black boots were especially appealing to her, because they were, as she told someone later, “high heels!”

I always dress up. Last year, I was a witch, and the year before that I was a Prom Queen. Um, here I am doing my best pink snow beast impression!



This year, I decided to go retro and be Madonna in “Desperately Seeking Susan.”



I know, really, but come on, it’s my costume fantasy!

Yesterday, Iz asked what I was going to be for Halloween.
Rather than say "Madonna," I said, "A rock star."
(Okay, Madonna isn’t what I consider to be a rock star, but, remember, I was dealing with a six-year-old here, so simple and general is always best when descriptions are needed!)
She said, "Elvis?"
I said, "No."
She said, "Hannah Montana?"
I said, "No. Madonna."
Iz said, "Who's SHE?!"
I said, "You'll see on Halloween."
I like Iz’s rock star spectrum -- Elvis to Hannah Montana in 5 seconds. <3