Noah's been ready for today for...awhile now.
Ah yes, very normal and not at all creepy. His friend is coming over for trick-or-treating and scary-movie watching later, dressed as our dear friend Pennywise.
(The cardboard cutout has spent October looking ominously out the front window of Noah's room, much to the dismay of several Postmates and DoorDashers.)
Ike's prepared as well.
He asked me to Photoshop out the swing and turn the chair into a building. I did neither of those things because I do not know how.
I don't (yet) have a photo of Ezra's costume, which he made himself and kept shrouded in secrecy. He asked for an Amazon box, aluminum foil and duct tape at one point. Also hair gel and sunglasses. Oh, and all the straps from our luggage. He's either going as some kind of DJ or plans to ship himself out of the country with a new identity. Stay tuned!
I admit I was a little concerned about his homemade costume -- that other kids might not get what he's going for or make fun of him for not having a "real" costume -- and found myself halfway through a sentence trying to sell him on a store-bought Spiderman costume. (A different Spiderman than Ike's Spiderman. It's Spiderman Too: 2 Many Spidermans!) Then I stopped myself, because Jesus Christ, nice message, Amy. Forget I said that, kiddo. Here's some glue and an extra Amazon box. Go be your weird self!
I had a similar moment with Ike recently -- he's been getting teased about his hair at school, with one kid in particular giving him a very not-nice transphobic nickname. The teachers know who the culprit is and are dealing with it, and despite my indignant RAGE over the situation, I felt like I had to at least make the suggestion? That he could maybe? Just get a haircut? For now? ("I CAN'T FIX AMERICA, KIMMY.")
Ike gave me the witheringest of withering looks and shook his head no. "THIS. Is how I like to look," he said. "Why should I change how I look because THEY don't know any better?"
(EZRA YEAH! Boys can have long hair! Have they never heard of THOR? Or seen a single rock star EVER? Honestly.)
(NOAH: Do you need me to go scare them with my Michael Myers costume? Cuz I totally will.)
(Some days -- not all the days, or even most of the days -- but some days, I think I'm doing pretty okay at this.)