Fantastic (Or Maybe Not)

So the big topic of conversation around here is what the 3yo is going to be for Halloween.

Adam has a plethora of costume choices because I am a sucker for math like this:

little kids + costumes + playing dress-up = hours of entertainment, (or I'd even take 30 minutes)

Spiderman (with two different masks), Batman, Captain America (my personal favorite), one of the Transformers, Firefighter and Doctor are all possible Halloween night choices.

(And for the record I refuse to have a police officer costume in this house. Ever. Just sayin'.)

The other night, after Adam and I were done rehashing his costume-choice-of-the-moment, out of the blue he exclaimed:

Mom! You should be Mrs. Fantastic! She's so pretty and so cull! (that's COOL for those of you who don't speak Southern Toddler)



My chest puffed up a little, my eyes twinkled, I smiled from ear-to-ear....

What a sweet thing to say, son. Wonder where we could find a Mrs. Fantastic costume?

And then...
...as quickly as the glowing light and singing birds of sweetness appeared, they were gone.

Sweet son scowled. Scowled, I tell you!
And then he said:

Actually, you should be da wicked witch. 'Cause she's always tellin' da children what to do. Just like you do ta me all da time.

Watch out my pretties.

Momma's got a broom and she's ready to boss some people around.