We went to the Boo Fest Halloween soccer tournament in Sacramento, and saw lots and lots and lots of minions. Mine was the best, hands down, and I am so totally not biased. It's just a matter of objective fact. Of course, she had the advantage of possessing that "Minion Personality" before she even donned the costume; those other minions, the ones who merely put on a persona, didn't stand a chance. This minion was made for the role. Which pretty much shines through, don't you think?
But lo and behold, the Boo Fest did come into my life, and the Uber Crafty Creative Moms did bestow upon my child a fully functional, fully kick-ass Minion costume. In my best, most enthusiastic, most cheerful and "hey, I got a GREAT idea" voice, I suggested maybe she wanted to be a minion instead of a penguin? Like, HOW FUN WOULD THAT BE?
Totally worked, natch. She played right into my hands, and I didn't have to do one single damn thing to send her off in style to her school Halloween parade or to trick or treating. Score! Thanks Uber Crafty Creative Moms!
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Her brother pointed out to me that between her well-established penchant for destroying the house and her two days of barfing this week, she could have also made a very convincing Wreck It Ralph. But the minion is way cuter.
Wreck It Ralph will have to wait. On the morning of November 1, she planned out her costumes for the next decades worth of Halloweens. "And next year, I'll be a Wheezy…and the year after that, I'll be Jessie…and the year after that I'll be a tree…and the year after that…" For ten years.
No matter how far ahead she plans, I will always be a last minute lucy, hoping for some Uber Crafty Creative Moms to save me.
And now, it's time to raid the children's candy stashes for Snickers bars…
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