The Promised Ones

Okay, very little preamble…here are the Hallowe’en pics:

First, Girl2 at her preschool Hallowe’en party dressed as a fairy princess named Trixie.

She had originally wanted to be a princess, so we acquired the pink dress. Then, on Oct 31, she revised her goal to an angel.

“A pink angel?” I suggested.

Girl2 crumples into a pile of sobs on the floor: “NO! A white angel!”

SHIT.

Only after I promised to buy her a white angel costume in the short interstice between end of preschool day and beginning of trick-or-treating did she agree to be Trixie for the preschool party. It was so much fun that she later agreed to be Trixie for the TOT (read: trick-or-treating) as well.

VICTORY!

Here is my ninja Trixie attempting to bust the Hallowe’en pinata:

The funniest part of the afternoon was the Dutch mom asking, in a very puzzled way, “aren’t pinatas Mexican?” LOL. Classic. We North Americans are such cultural scavengers. Oooh, that looks like it tastes good…let’s try a bite…yup…tastes good…Pinatas R Us!

Oh, and by the way, I kinda hate how ubiquitous pinatas have become. I also don’t think they’re a suitable activity for mixed-gender preschool-aged children, unless all the kids are allowed to scramble for the goodies, then have to pool them in one giant bowl, in order that they may be fairly redistributed by a responsible adult. Otherwise the boys inevitably walk away with 50,000 candies and my little gal gets 4 plastic shit-hole toys and nothing else. And YES, this has happened ONCE OR TWICE at birthday parties, and YES I am bitter. So there. Deal.

Okay, moving on.

Here are both my gals just before heading out to trick-or-treat with friends which, by the way, is the cat’s ass. So next year, get yourself a buddy, a hot bevvie, and actually enjoy trick or treating for a change!

Yes, Girl2 did change her mind again. When I insisted she wear a fleece shirt under the Trixie dress, she got all uppity about it. But it was only 7 degrees celsius, so I had to insist. Then I said (flash of inspiration to contents of dress-up bin) “do you want to be a unicorn or a ladybug instead?”

“LADYBUG!”

SUCCESS!

So, let me explain this next pic. Girl1 (a bat, in case you can’t tell…props to Laura for the mega-cool costume that she and her 5 siblings as well as her son wore) has a science book about ladybugs. In it, we learn that ladybugs — not unlike skunks — when threatened, will assume a defensive position (in the case of ladybugs it is on the back with legs in the air – presumably this mimics death and makes them less palatable to their erstwhile enemies) and emit a foul odour.

Hence Girl2’s pose and (if you could hear it, which you can’t, too bad) ear-splitting squeal:

“STINKSTINKSTINKSTINK!!!” Ahhh…the femininity overwhelms one, doesn’t it?

Notice how the princess-like “tap shoes” and pink tights are still firmly applied!

Sorry, no pics of the candy. It had to go away today. Here’s why:

sssshhhh…don’t tell: I have it all in a shopping bag in the deep freeze!