Last Sunday I found myself standing outside of the Party Pig Superstore with the baby Henry strapped to me, while all around us swirled the excitement of Halloween consumers. We were there to pick up a few supplies for the 1 year anniversary of Hank's emergence from the warmth of the womb to the cruel existence known as planet Earth. Geez, that sounds bleak, but I kinda like it, so I'm not changing it.
But anyway, we're standing outside aforementioned party supply superstore, and I'm checking out all the pictures of the different costumes available for kids. Now it's a given that lots of the girl's costumes are probably age-inappropriately adult, but since I have a boy and since I was once a boy, it was the boy's costumes that caught my notice more. And I really don't know which I found more amusing/disturbing, the fact that there were so many costumes of killers available, ie Michael Myers (dressing your child up as a killer child? Seems odd, maybe just me), or the fact that for every superhero costume, there were two versions available: regular and muscle. That's right, you could either be regular Superman, Batman, Spiderman, or Wolverine, with your own scrawny physique, or for a few bucks more, your folks could do you up right and hook you up with a little muscle tone. Not to mention all the different variations on evil clowns. So many evil clown costumes! I wonder if the next generation think that clowns are as creepy as we do, or if they're like, so over that.