My friend Kristen — mom of four and all around great woman — reminded me that this is the last Halloween I will be able to dictate June’s costume. Next year I’ll want her to dress as a Parisian street mime but she’ll be all about Dora.
So this year June is going as Danger Mouse. The phrase came to me one morning while vacuuming. DANGER MOUSE. It sounds so lethal and fearsome in an oxymoronic kind of way.
I bought her a cape, a mask, a mouse nose and a pair of mouse ears and I’m sure she’ll topple over from all the weight on her little face. I sewed up a Danger Mouse logo for her cape and one for the front of her shirt just to ensure no one mistakes the fearsomeness before them.
The costume ended up serving a dual purpose. I wore it to a Halloween dance party Saturday night. That’s okay, right? For a mom to borrow her two year old’s costume? Two for the price of one, and all of that?
The party was a blast! This town isn’t known for its night life or its clubbing (shock!), but everyone once in a great while I’ll get invited to someone’s house who jacks up the Spotify, hooks up every speaker in the house, clears out all the furniture and turns their abode into a raging dance party. From 9pm to 1:30 a.m., I danced my face off with a bunch of other grown ups old enough to know better to Rihanna, Michael Jackson, Lady Gaga, vintage Spice Girls, some Bowie, Justin Timberlake. It was a reminder of how much I love to dance but never get the opportunity to anymore. (Jake should have been with me — he would have loved it — but we’re at the stage of parenting where if one of us wants to go out the other has to stay home with the wee one.)
Happy Halloween, everyone!