This year was the first time in 7 years that Phillip and I have been together for Halloween. The lucky man has been out of town for the last 6 years. I love Halloween, Phillip hates it. Every year I come up with perfect costumes for him (Last year it was Freddy Mercury), and every time he has gone to a company retreat and missed it (Suspicious right?). This year we were together for the first time in Miami. I couldn’t get him to dress up, but at least we got something awesome for Peter. Ok it wasn’t as awesome and legendary as I hoped it would be, but at least it was cute.
I actually spent a lot of time thinking about Peter’s first costume. I went from Yoda, to Smurf, to Pinocchio. I finally settled on Pinocchio only to realize that the costume was hand made, it cost 200 dollars and the lady who sold it would take 5 weeks to make it. It was one week before Halloween. I decided not to panic and quickly decided that I would buy a costume when we got to Miami. We finally ended up with a Fox. (See result below).
But before there was a fox, the topic of Peter’s first costume was deeply discussed with my family, especially my brother. We (he) came up with such a politically incorrect costume, that just cracked me up, that I have to share it with you. If only for this awful idea to live on. Before I tell you what it was, you need a little background.
Peter was born with a lot of hair. It soon began to fall out as it was (thankfully) expected. It almost all fell out except for a long strand of hair on the top of his head. Peter’s hair is a little red (we don’t know why), so when this strand got wet or messy it kind of stuck to his forehead and the boy ended up looking like Hitler after a long speech (yes, Adolph Hitler) for the rest of the day. So we obviously began to call it, his Hitler Hair.
Anyway when I told my brother about it, he laughed and said I had solved the question to Peter’s costume. I should dress him up like Hitler and put a sign on his hands that said “I told you I hate the Juice”. We laughed. Then he said: Too soon? And that was the end of that.
But still as tempted as I was to dress up Peter in such an inappropriate costume. I wanted the kid to have a happy first memory of Halloween, one where his parents and uncle weren’t using him for their own laughs. That begins next year. Or maybe this Christmas, there can never be too many baby Jesus.
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In other news…
The Hitler Hair is gone now. Phillip did it himself. Peter’s first hair cut.
3rd World Mommy 
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