If you've been reading this blog for a while, you know that when it comes to Halloween, I am of the scarier-the-better ilk. After all, what could be more terrifying than Alex's first Halloween costume, the Killer Bunny from Monty Python and the Holy Grail? And by "scarier," I exclude, of course, her costume of last year, the Homicidal Butterfly -- seriously, what is more frightening?
Nothing, I say. Nothing.
Of course, the pressure to exceed last year's Horror Quotient is damned near unbearable. The situation, however, is seriously worsened by the fact that Alex is now 2-1/2 years old, and thus at an age where her temperament is accompanied by her desire to exercise her Own Free Will. She, therefore, has her own ideas of what she'd like to be for Halloween, and let me tell you, her ideas are rather disappointing, to say the least. She'd rather have something endearing. Can you imagine? "Endearing," for Halloween!
As such, we have currently locked horns as to what her disguise will be for October 31st, the most ghoulish of all days. I have made it very clear what I wish her to be, she's taken an equally hard stand on what she insists her costume entail. Marcus is just trying to avoid us at all costs.
What will happen? Will Karen, as is her right as materfamilias, be victorious? Will Alex, in her limitless cuteness, conquer all? Will Marcus finally give up and move out, in search of, you know, a normal wife?
Stay tuned ... only the Shadow knows for sure.