Grace doesn’t remember Halloween last year. It’s no wonder since she didn’t get to have any fun.
I made her an awesome puppy dog costume. She got the flu, and she was too sick to leave the house.
Last year, I spent $45 and at least twelve hours making the puppy dog suit. She spent zero minutes wearing it.
This year, I took Grace to a costume shop early in October.
We spent about a half hour in the store, and we had the same conversation over and over. It went something like this:
“Look, Grace! A butterfly! Would you like to dress up as a butterfly for Halloween?”
No. My want to dress up as Gracie Halloween.
I tried in several different ways:
“Oh, how neat! A cowgirl! You love cowgirls! Would you like to pretend to be a cowgirl on Halloween?”
No. My want to pretend to be Gracie Halloween.
You could substitute a lady bug, Little Red Riding Hood, Dorothy, and the twenty-five other costumes I tried to get her into for the butterfly and the cowgirl.
I was desperate. I even offered the princess and the fairy princess costumes. If you’ve been reading a while, you know that was a painful concession.
We left the costume store empty-handed . Grace was afraid of the spooky scenes, and I wasn’t keen on them, either.
If you’re a new reader, you may want to take a look at this letter to Grace. I wrote it last year, but it sums up nicely my feelings about the whole of the Halloween holiday.
We left the costume shop and headed into the Old Navy next door. I told Grace that she could pretend to be anything she wanted on Halloween.
My want to pretend to be Gracie Halloween.
Ignoring that, I showed her the costumes.
“Gracie, would you like to be Gracie-dinosaur for Halloween?”
“Would you like to be Gracie-duckie for Halloween?”
“Would you like to be Gracie-monkey for Halloween?”
This went on a while, too, but there weren’t as many costumes as in the first store.
Finally, I asked “Would you like to be Gracie-cat for Halloween?”
Her face lit up.
Gracie-cat? I be Gracie-cat for Halloween?
And she was sold. She put the costume on and marched around the store meowing.
My Gracie-cat, she beamed.
You see, we have cats. Four of them. And one of the cats is named Grace.
When Joe and I decided to name our child Grace, we decided that we’d call the cat Gracie-cat to avoid confusion.
And so for the next three weeks, Grace reminded me every day that I was going to have two Gracie-cats on Halloween.
But my be a white one, Mommy, she’d assure me. She didn’t want me to get confused and take the cat Trick or Treating, I guess.
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