The Mayor was going to be a cat for Halloween.
I had a hand-me-down cat costume and I was ready.
Friday I really looked at the cat costume only to realize it was about 2 sizes too small for The Mayor.
Oh, yes. I am Rocking Good Mommy. So on top of my mommy game!
What is easy? What is in his room?
Fire Fighter Hat.
I stopped at Salvation Army on my way home from a meeting and scored a pair of very nice boots that The Mayor can wear all winter, a Children's Place anorak (complete with FLAMES up one sleeve) and a red, long-sleeve t-shirt.
All for $4.80.
I am Universal, Undisputed Queen of the Thrift Store!!
I give you, THE FIREMAN!
The Mayor has been slavishly married to this horrid, nearly falling apart pair of tennis shoes for months. They are so trashed that they are peeling. They stink. He WILL NOT wear any other shoes. But lo, behold the Fire Boots.
I said, "Mayor. I bought you some FIRE BOOTS today."
Apparently it's all about CONTEXT.
I am Universal, Undisputed World's Smartest Mommy!
But wait, what's this?
Fireman, do you need to go potty?
Fireman! Please do not make a poopy in your FIRE BOOTS!
The Mayor was a bit nervous at first. The whole idea of walking outside in the dark and knocking on strangers doors freaked his little self out.
However, an hour and a bag full of booty later, The Mayor was feeling smug.
Check out some of his haul and his skittle filled, soon-to-be dentures!
She rode around the hood in a backpack and kicked back with an 8-ounce relying on the family SHARING policy to meet her Halloween candy needs.
She's resourceful. I'll give her that.
And here's a random Halloween self-portrait. Sorta.
Pass me a Darwin Award will ya?
Feliz Dia de los Muertos!