So Ike's costume = A HIT. We attended the school Halloween parties on Friday night and almost everybody "got" who he was.
(And thus, me = smug as hell; drunk with power. And seriously considering buying a red puffer vest for myself, since Jason claims he CAN'T dress up as Marty McFly without shaving his beard and he won't shave his beard just for trick-or-treating because COMMITMENT TO SPARKLE MOTION. HE DOES NOT HAVE IT.)
I managed to coax some pretty impressive volume out of Ike's hair, but I actually think the band-aids are what pushed him solidly out of generic mad scientist territory and into the "wait...is that...omg" realm of pop culture recognition.
Which is good, because this morning, as we were leaving for school, he decided to attempt walking down our front steps outside all by himself. He managed to navigate exactly one step before falling face-first and eating it on the pavement, while I stood there slackjawed behind him, wondering why I thought there could've been any other possible ending to that scenario.
So NOW he actually has a huge red lump on his forehead that actually requires a band-aid.
He's method! Who knew.
(After naptime I'm going to hand him some crayons see if he draws a flux capacitor. We're going to be rich!)
Meanwhile, in Ezra's Neighborhood of Ezra's Weirdness...
This bear — known in our house as "My Baby," Ezra's most beloved and fussed-over toy; like every day Ezra leaves me with very specific instructions for My Baby's care and feeding and nap schedule, and then quizzes me after school to make sure that I followed them — came with us to the Halloween parties.
He is dressed as Captain Underpants.
Marvel! Call me! Have an excellent idea for a spin-off franchise.