This is G "getting into character" before the preschool Halloween party.
He had been so excited about being a punk. There was a lot of deliberation about what costume he wanted to wear. One day while we were trying to decide, I showed him a bunch of costumes online. It took him about 3 minutes to go through about 10 costumes that he was excited about. He would confirm what he wanted to be, and then change his mind about 10 seconds later. He started out with werewolf. I tried to change his mind because that seemed hot, and not very easy. Some of his other ideas were: coyote, punk, skeleton punk, a monkey, and all the Star Wars characters. And after I showed him each and every Jedi, he said, "Show me the cheetahs."
I really wish this picture was in focus.
So after that whole process of deciding, he decided the punk sounded the best. He was so excited. He told everyone he saw. All that changed when it was time to actually dress up. I painted his nails. That was a big mistake. So we took it off. The only way I was able to even get him to wear his costume was by saying that he couldn't go to the party without it on. So we got it on. Then I did his hair. He was not happy about that either. Then I put eyeliner on him. That was a HUGE mistake! He was so mad at me. He cried and wiped his eyes enough that it was gone.
Attitude was not originally part of the costume.
G and his chick buddies.
We made monster crackers.
I've decided G loves attention, but only on his own terms. Once he thought he was choosing to wear the costume, not me, he was happy. What a punk...
























































