Sadly, I wasn't successful.
Slipping my capricious child into a complete new ensemble is a gargantuan task in itself because my mighty mite has the physical strength of ten tots. (This is why I do not worry about him being kidnapped; he can kick, bite and pommel the hell out of any abductor.) After much yanking, howling and cajoling, I was at least able to achieve this Herculean feat.
However, keeping him ensconced in a strange outfit for more than 10 seconds is another impossibly death-defying stunt altogether. (Where was Big Dave Batista when I needed him to assist me with some wrestling pin-down tactics?) I tried presenting my bundle of hard-to-contain joy with a variety of colorful get-ups plucked from the vast closet of our studio, bribing him with toys, performing a song and dance number that would put the annoying Barney and his friends to shame, feeding him forbidden candy...anything to make him stay in his splendid livery a little longer. Nothing worked. He simply wasn't into it.
Sigh! I cannot help but wistfully reminisce and hark back to last year's Halloween when my docile angel serenely permitted me to encase him in different costumes and oh-so-obediently posed for the cameras.
Why oh why can't he be this way again?
At present, the loony stage mother is left with no resort but to give up the costuming battle and try again next time.
Hopefully, the reluctant model will be in a better mood and allow himself to remain dressed up for at least 5 minutes.
Otherwise, I'll be forced to take him trick-or-treating like this: