It all started when I had this idea of being Pikachu for Halloween and asked my kids if they wanted to go as a theme. Of course my daughter didn’t want to be anything else other than Pikachu.
After much negotiation and surfing the pokedex in the Pokemon Go app, she is going to be, surprise surprise — Pikachu.
I thought I’ll probably be chasing her everywhere on October 31st anyway, so I’m going to be a trainer whose sole job it is to catch Pikachu.
But when I asked my son what he wanted to be, he didn’t like anything he saw. I asked him if he’d rather be the trainer – nope. Asked him if he wanted to be one of the dragon-looking ones – nope.
Then it finally dawned on him and he said with stubborn enthusiasm “I want to be a pokeball!!!!”
How in the world do you get that costume off Amazon???
Fast forward to a week later, my paper cuts are healed from covering an exercise ball each night in paste and newspaper. The holes have been cut out and initial coats of spray paint applied.
I’m feeling a bit apprehensive of trying to tape-off the reverse and paint the black stripe in the middle, so black duct tape is going on tonight.
I hope he remembers twenty years from now that I try to be the cool mom.
> I hope he remembers twenty years from now that I try to be the cool mom.
With that getup, I have no doubt he will!