Me: Tornado A, what do you want to be for Halloween?
Tornado A: Satan!
My mother: You’re letting him be Satan for Halloween?
Me: Sure, why not?
My mother: Because. It’s not right. How about you go as a devil, Tornado A?
Tornado A: Satan is The Devil.
My mother eyed me. I shrugged. I envisioned a red suit with red shirt and tie.
The Fem Spot: Maybe you could call him something other than Satan? Doesn’t Paradise Lost have other names for him? Like Lucifer?
I had just finished telling her the costume plans. I decided to ask Tornado A what he wanted to wear, just in case he preferred red sweats and a red turtleneck (none to be found). He asked for a black suit and red shirt and tie. AND HORNS, MAMA!
Me: Well, I am Catholic and an English teacher. I should be able to come up with something….. The Morning Star, The Light Bringer, The Deceiver, The Fallen One. He Who Must Not Be Named. Wait. Wrong book.
The Fem Spot: You’ll think of something.
So it was my youngest son went as the Lord of Hell with a black suit, red shirt, red tie, a pitchfork, and HORNS. And the best joke I heard was at a Halloween event at the zoo.
Comicon Guy: Why isn’t it The Man, himself? Hello, sir. Good evening. But I believe you’re early, and that is a breach of contract.