Shopping for Halloween costumes with my tween is akin to getting a root canal. I’ve never had a root canal but I know people who have and they never emerge from the dentist’s chair smiling. In fact, they often look like they are caught in that place between sheer, outright pain and Novocaine and it’s not a good place to be. And that’s the look on my face after visiting multiple Halloween stores and Party City. Because Drue is tall, she no longer fits into child-sized costumes. While they still fit her width-wise, length-wise we’re already in trouble. Long dresses and skirts hit her mid-knee and anything mini is micro-mini on her long body. And Drue wearing micro-minis is something I’m not prepared to deal with since the moment she emerges in one, Jason starts googling words like “gun store” and “shotguns”. Really, though, all I want is some transition for tweens and teens that meets somewhere in the middle between child sizes and slut.
Halloween to Hoochie-ween (and really not much in between)
October 16th, 2009 | by Jeri | published in Life
