Counting down the every Halloween past was a Cleopatra, a Southern Belle, a Greek goddess, a ballerina, a pirate, a power ranger, Madonna's Material Girl, a butterfly, and Pebbles. To a
rainbow princess unicorn with a machine gun to
Lenore, the little dead girl to a
muthereffing SERIAL KILLER. This Halloween has driven me to the breaking point of parenting. Why, oh why couldn't my daughter, my beautiful, stunningly smart daughter be something like The Queen of Hearts? Or A Librarian?
She wound up with several costumes, none of which anyone knew what they were, none of which I approved or applauded and everyone knows, we have children to run their lives.
Which is why next year the kids will go as a Rabbi and a Priest.