Weirdo Kids!
I truly love that my kids are weirdos. Having weirdo kids is very validating. And entertaining. Sure, it validates all my anti-establishment ideas, my standing just left of normalcy. But it’s not the reason I HAD kids, mind you. They are truly products of love, very much wanted and planned for, and if they decide to be normal at some point, I will STILL be the most supportive mommy ever. I really wasn’t looking for clones. But it does tickle me to no end that my 5 year old would rather be The Flash for Halloween than a fucking Disney Princess.
And I truly believed that the 3 year old would choose the Hello Kitty Princess costume. She flocked there first, professing her true heart’s desire to be a kitty princess. She even said she had ALWAYS wanted to be a kitty princess for Halloween. The child doesn’t yet understand that all things Hello Kitty are symptoms of the type of corporate consumerism that is making my brain throb, with rivers of vitriolic explosiveness surging inside my skull. To her, it’s a cat. And it’s on a princess dress. That’s enough. And I do try to respect my kids’ choices, even when they may cause me brain hemorraging. See what a good mommy I am?
But, she then saw the Diego costume in the boys’ section. (Why do we have to segregate Halloween costumes by gender? Meh. A rant for another time.) She ran to it like a happy running thing. With her mother cheering her on. YES, run from the Hello Kitty! Straight to the… oh hell. Diego. Well, at least he’s multicultural and bilingual. And I can giggle to see my short-haired very anglo girl-child in her Diego costume, stomping around in boots and correcting everyone who is calling her a cute little boy. So, I still win, right?
Today my girls are trying out their new costumes. They are zipping around the house, saving stuffed lions and looking for bad guys.
This year might trump last year, even. When the older Superman girl heroically led the very sad bizarre clown sister around by the hand. I can’t wait ’til October 31!
We’re going to be Darf Bader and CinderELLLAAA. I tried (Lord, did I try!) to steer her away from the princesses. Every costume from Witches to Clowns to Pirate Princesses (acceptable because they are gritty and pretty)was met with a polite and matter-of-fact “No. I want to be a prinnnnncess.” I have to admit it really does suit her personality and she is so damn cute in those dresses. Darf Bader is taking his role very seriously and has been practicing his breathing technique and his lines. I love Halloween.
Yes, I had a feeling that the force might be strong with that one. I’m glad J takes his costuming so seriously.
I bet C looks adorable as Cinderella! Pictures please? Yes, a pirate princess would have rocked. Princesses with swords and booty are OK by me. I thought Kelsey might choose that, before she saw the Flash.
And if L had chosen the Hello Kitty princess costume, I would have been fine with it *wince*. I think I might have given her a funky face tattoo or let her carry a sword with her, just to put a sick twist on it. Mainly for my own benefit.
I think I have a friend who had this same dilemma. Well, a LEETLE different–His son wanted to be a princess. He is a very cool guy, so he suggested that he instead be a zombie princess. I’m not sure how it is going to turn out, but I can’t wait to find out!