First it was a witch. A boy witch.
Then Evan wanted to be a ghost. Who can blame him? The Haunted Mansion ghosts are cool.
Then Saturday he tried to decide between a princess in a castle or a faery in a castle. Yes, I did ask, “Do you mean a prince?” He assured me he wanted to be a princess. Then he saw the faery costumes in the catalogue, and he declared he wanted to be a faery. Unfortunately we were on the phone with my father-in-law who said there were no boy faeries. Oh yeah, what about Oberon or Puck? Give me some credit; I’m not going to put him in a dress with tights. I’ll figure something out.
Today he wanted to be a purple witch or a purple ghost. When I mentioned I’ve never seen a purple ghost and that they are usually white. Evan declared he will be a purple boy witch along with Papi, Grandma, Grandma-great.
I hate to stiffle his creativity. I promise to keep it in context with society on some level. I can’t wait to show him the pictures when he’s ten and hates girls. I just better make the costume soon or who knows what he’ll come up with.
