Oh no, not our boy. He wants to be the Creature From the Black Lagoon. I tried talking him into being the kid from the Red Balloon because then I could get by with a turtleneck sweater and a balloon, but no...the kid wants me to sew. Cripes, I'll be sewing scales on a sweat suit for weeks. I still don't know what to do for the mask-maybe more scales on a balaclava? Geez. Last year he went as a combine, complete with corn head and lights-do you have any idea how hard that was to make?
*hanging head in defeated pose*
"Get mama her sewing basket..."
Anyway, if I'm around here less than usual, you know why...because I'm sewing hundreds of freaking scales on a sweat suit for twenty minutes of trick-or-treating.
I still have no idea how I'll make the webbed hands.