The Egg
#1 son wants to be an egg for Halloween. I try to talk him into wearing his chiton, but he won't go for it. With low expectations, we wander into the costume shop and I sheepishly explain to the clerk, "My son wants to be an egg. " I expect the guy to offer us various approximations. Maybe a rubber conehead or a marshmallow man suit. Deadpan, he replies, "We have the egg in adults, but not kids."
I laugh out loud, "You have an egg costume???" He leads the way and the costume is a deviled egg with horns and a tail. 50 dollars for a piece of felt with a hole in it. I am peaking, but Husbandman scoffs at the price and #1 shakes his head at the horns. I hold up the package and cry out in anguish, "I am holding an egg costume right here in my hand! Our Halloween work is over with one swipe of the credit card." Husbandman starts making plans for buying felt and designing his own egg costume. #1 is nodding enthusiastically. I have tried to explain to my family a gazillion times that money can buy me happiness, but they don't listen. And the egg making begins.
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I just got Max's yoda costume in the mail today. I spent too much, but like you, I feel it's done...so I'm happy.
Yoda's a good choice. I'm jealous of your done-ness. Even though I am not at all involved with the making of the costume physically, psychologically these things weigh on me.