The Jolly Pirate

Allelujah!

After much hoping and wishing and praying, it finally happened! The loony stage mother has emerged victorious in the long drawn-out War of the Costumes. WOOHOO!

Partly victorious, that is.

Although I was able to successfully slip our enfant terrible into his red and white striped pants, tattered top and snug black vest, he adamantly refused to wear his black eyepatch and bandana. Without said accessories, our perky tot looked more like a gigolo dancer than a swaggering sea marauder!

I thus had to do some quick thinking and improvise by printing out a huge skull and crossbones insignia on a sheet of paper, cutting it out and taping it to his white shirt. I even threw in a gold plastic hook in the off chance that he would enjoy brandishing it around.

The end result: Our garbed Halloweener gladly suffered the indignity of his silly ensemble due to his own fascination with the plastered skull & crossbones on his chest. He also enjoyed converting the hook into a hat for his head and gleefully wielded a drinking straw as his select weapon of choice.

Here are some of the photos taken at The Palms Country Club Annual Halloween Party we attended yesterday:

Thank goodness, our reluctant pirate turned out to be as jolly as could be.

Happy Halloween from my family to yours!!!