Tragic Sandwich

To be honest, we never know what Halloween is going to bring. We’ve seen enough variation to know that the best approach is to let Baguette set the pace. Some years she’s wanted to go to a few houses for trick-or-treating; some years she just wants to walk around the block. Some years she’s worn a costume that could be easily identified as a costume; some years she hasn’t.

This year, Baguette started talking about Halloween in August. She told us she wanted to be a man. Then she wanted to be a wizard. Then she wanted to be a witch. Then she wanted to be a Christmas tree.

We told her that all of these were great ideas.

And then she stopped wanting to talk about Halloween. As we got into October, we would ask her what she wanted to be, and she would say, “No, thank you.” So we came up with the makings of a few costumes, and figured we’d let her pick one, or more, or none.

Finally, we asked her aide to ask her, and the aide let us know that Baguette wanted to be a cat. The good news? We had anticipated this, and had purchased a cat-ear headband. Mr. Sandwich and I made her a tail. She already had a black shirt and black leggings.

Then, as I was packing up her costume for her to take to school, I realized that Baguette associates the black shirt and leggings combo with Minnie Mouse, because in the past she’s wanted to wear them under her Minnie Mouse dress. So I put that in, too, along with Minnie ears.

She was Minnie at the parade. And at home?

Turns out, this is a year she didn’t really want to go trick-or-treating. And she kind of wanted to go for a walk, but not enough to leave the porch. But she did give another costume a try.

In the end, she just hung out in her wings on the porch. And that’s fine, because it was the good time she wanted to have.

But how on earth is it November?