horrid behaviours

So it's halloween tomorrow with all the usual trauma that surrounds a 6 year olds costume decision. This year Twinkle has dialled down the ghoul factor and is going as a 'cute storybook witch' (lots of orange and lime green). Son is a ninja - one of 24 I suspect, last year there were about 250 annekin skywalkers - that was an interesting matrix-meets -star-wars moment for the teachers

In typical fashion he had a very specific idea of his costume in mind. It has to be a plain black ninja, no embellishment, no weapons, no compromise. So we look online for about a month (I'm way too busy to be sewing this year). 'No that one has a dragon I want plain black'. No that one has a blue belt I want plain black. No that one has a red stripe I want...' 4 days to go and I'm freakin out - I anticipate major meltdown on Halloween morn. So we traipse across town to a party shop mid 4 days before halloween hell. (only comes second to ToysRus in Christmas week). They have the costume, in his size for only $15. Bingo. We wait in line. They pull the costume. We get in line again. We reach the checkout. "I dont want to be plain black I want the leather ninja costume'.

Now at this point any other mother would slap him and tell him he was an all black ninja and thats the end of it. But I have been that mother transforming a spider outfit into a bat outfit 15 minutes before the party and I an NOT reliving that martha stewart moment. So he gets the leather ninja outfit for $35 and it will go in the same box as the $50 skywalker outfit never to surface again come Thursday, I know! AND I will at this stage place a $10 /£5 bet with anyone who wishes to take it, that tomorrow at 7.30 am he'll want to be an all black ninja again. (or a puppy!)

Where did I put that evil wine?