Anyway, what I always say is: it’s not a church social if someone doesn’t turn up awkwardly in spandex.
I reckon we’ve got about six years before this becomes horribly embarrassing instead of the coolest thing they’ve ever heard of, so I think it’s only right that we go all out while we can.
The lack of readily-available red leggings in shops is an absolute scandal, by the way. And H is having the time of his life, but is putting on a serious superhero face for the camera. He spent half an hour after putting on his costume running around, punching things, and digging for compliments about his sparkly mask.
THAT MASK THO.
(PS: we spent Friday deciding on costumes, planning costumes, shopping for costume bits, watching the Incredibles and talking excitedly about wearing the costumes. H did not stop talking about it all. day. This morning we went to Sainsbury’s for a red bedsheet that could double as a monster tongue – don’t ask – and H asked me what it was for.
‘The Halloween party! Tonight! The one we’re dressing up for!’
‘We’re dressing up? Oh good, I want to go as Spiderman’.