Doesn't it just make a momma's heart beat faster?
Minitaur picked out the costume himself. I took him to Target a few weeks ago and he went from eager to terrified with one look at all those scary ghosts and monsters.
"You can be a superhero," I said.
He looked lost. A what?
This is what happens when you set restrictions on TV. Your kid gets lost in pop culture oblivion and doesn't know a Power Ranger from a power tool.
I spied a police costume.
"You can be something scary or something nice," I said.
Nice, he insisted. Such a good kid.
We found a policeman, a firefighter and the doctor. Suddenly, Minitaur was overcome with the wiggly-wrigglies, caused by the sudden onset of extreme excitement:
I smiled. He grinned. He had no idea why I was so happy, but that's okay. If he knew, he'd probably have changed his mind and gone for one of the headless ghoul outfits.
I'm still smiling.