Costume King

In quick news: A likes to make everything a pirate song -- usually Christmas Carols have all their words changed to "Arrrgh." Saturday we went to a Pirate Event, and I'm pretty sure that A was the best dressed pirate there (thanks Grandma M!). ... And, A seems to be in costume mode lately.



I walked into the living room, where I was informed by M that A wished to be wrapped up like a present. With a bow.

I didn't argue.

Although the end result was less "Santa Baby" and more "Madame Butterfly."











On a previous night, some Spirit of Dance visited our house. It's kind of hard to see, but A is holding a plastic milk jug in his left hand. Inside the jug is a small plastic turtle which he shook with wild abandon. Adding to the cacophony are jingle bells on his leg (it's an old dog collar).

A would run from the front door to the hall, stop, and then stomp as though he was trying to single handedly kill an entire hive of ants one by one, all the while shaking the plastic turtle in the jug like the Spirit of Brownian Motion.

It was animistic. And slightly spooky. (Note to self: stop playing the Y'ma Sumak...)







And just a few hours ago, A somehow convinced M to dress him up with faerie wings and one of my childhood vests (it's complicated). A self-applied the faux woad.

We're not sure if he's ready for

• The Local Hippy Faire
• A Good Faeries / Bad Faeries Party
• The Nutcracker, or
• Peter Pan

I don't think I'd want to be one of Hook's pirates just now...