Derek and I have been arguing for weeks about what The Boy should be for Halloween.  Derek, like any good man, didn't actually want to make a decision about what The Boy should wear.  He just wanted to maintain veto power.  Winnie the Pooh, no.  A chicken, not masculine enough.  A lion, too babyish.  I had enough.  I bowed out.  Based on the card statements, I figured my husband had no problem conducting online purchases and could figure it out himself. 

So this afternoon they invited me to go along with them in search of the perfect Halloween outfit.  I went along because I didn't trust them.  Really.  The odds of them coming home with a $50 outfit were pretty good.  $50 for a toddler's Halloween outfit.  Made of PVC.  If you are going to reroute the electric bill, it seems a little more reasonable to try to explain away $13.99 rather than $50 to the nice customer service representative who doesn't give a rat's ass how cold it is inside your house and is just gonna pull the plug on you anyway.

We weren't the only ones looking for Halloween costumes apparently.  The mall was packed. 

K:  How about this lion (the only one left)?
D:  Not manly enough.
K:  Beaver?
D:  You sure that's a beaver?
K:  It appears that the lion/beaver/bear/monkey is exactly the same costume with different titles on the tags.  How about the chicken?  We don't have very many options left here. 
D:  It isn't very masculine.

Well, sunshine, it seems that there was a run on the most manly of men economist/lawyer costumes and these are the ones we are stuck with.  A lion, a duck and a chicken.  The lion wouldn't fit over Ted Kennedy's bobble head, the duck was 2 sizes too small.  We decided to try the chicken costume on him.  There in Target.

Something came over The Boy.  He started running through Target, dressed in the chicken outfit, flapping his wings and yelling "bock, bock, bock, BOCK!!!!" 

I don't think I have ever seen anything so funny in my entire life.  As I went running after him, I heard people start to laugh all around. 

"Bock, bock, bock, BOOOOOCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!" 

I turned around and Derek had fallen over laughing.   I kept running, running, running trying to catch up with the boy.

A chicken, he is.  A fast little chicken, if I don't say so myself.  Stay tuned for pictures.

Note:  Had the Mother Superior costume been $20 cheaper and were I not living in Our Lady of Lourdes Knitting Club Neighborhood, I would be singing Sound of Music songs this year in a whipple.  However, our contract on the house isn't set in stone and I would so sadden to BE STONED for being the pregnant nun in the neighborhood this year.  Sometimes it's a little tough to get a laugh out of the Catholics.