There comes a point in a young person’s life when they say whither Halloween (particularly if they speak Middle English). The point where they realize that they are too old to go trick or treating, but too young to hit the bars. My eldest, at 16, is at that point. He’ll be going to Halloween party, as it turns out, but the costume situation is tricky. He has to wear one to show proper spirit, but can’t put too much effort into it lest it appear that he actually cares. (It’s easy enough for girls: they just want an excuse to reveal as much flesh as possible, thus the preponderance of sexy nurses, slutty kittens, and Little Red Riding Hookers). Slacker Halloween costumes abound. Dress in pink and stick a shoe on your head: you’re bubblegum. Wrap yourself in a paper bag with the tag “From: God. To: Women” and go as God’s gift to women. Wear all white and put a yellow circle on your chest. You’re an egg. Add horns and a pitchfork and you’re a deviled egg. Oh my sides.
Ronan is going as Vince, the ShamWow guy. Easiest costume ever:
I’m so proud.
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