This year no costumes were being bought in this household. They chose from our costume box and hand-me-downs from cousins, except for Mr. Grant. He wanted to be a Lego. It was a blast planning and making this thing. At one point I didn't know if it was going to happen. I started coming up with ways to ease him into a new costume and having him let go of being a Lego. Lo and behold, we did not have to resort to this unhappiness. (Spray paint primer was the cure.) Here's the little cutie!
This kid is so confident - doesn't give a rip about what others think of him. I was nervous for him. Nervous he would see all these Superman's and pirates and Power Rangers and long to be one of them. He just kept moseying along, ringing doorbells. You know what? People kept commenting on how great he looked - how creative, they would say. They had said that people don't just make costumes anymore. He said a little thank you each time someone complimented him, but it was his mother that was beaming inside. I'm a good mom.
And here's some more pictures of the other little guys. Happy fall y'all and enjoy!
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