When it comes to my son and Halloween, I swear the kid just loves to torture me.
My longtime readers may recall last Halloween, when Boo proudly announced that he wanted to be a corn on the cob.
Right. No superheroes or monsters or the like for him.
A freakin' corn on the cob. Like you can find them in abundance at Target.
You can read my previous posts on the matter to find out how it all resolved itself. Meanwhile, it's the most wonderful time of year once again in The Betty and Boo Household.
"I want to be a bowling pin for Halloween," Boo announced.
A bowling pin. Something tells me that I'll be getting a strike when it comes to my creative efforts for this one, and not a strike in a good way.
Meanwhile, I am drawing some comfort in that I might not be the only person who is similarly befuddled by a child's Halloween desires.
Tonight, one of the search terms that brought someone here to The Betty and Boo Chronicles was - you guessed it - "corn on the cob costume child."
Oh, you blog searcher, I think you may be my new BFF. You must come over sometime. I'll make coffee. Methinks we might have much to talk about.