So, on my birthday (thanks, btw, to the 29 of you who voted--the other 900+ of you suck) we took the boys to Party City to get little kid's Batman costume. Big Kid was set on being an astronaut and I wasn't sure we'd find his costume there, but I thought little kid's would be easy. Turns out he wants to be the gray/blue cartoon version of Batman with muscles, not the Dark Knight version or anything without muscles, and they didn't have that in his size.
But suddenly Big Kid piped up, "I found what I want to be! Mom, come look, come look! I'm gonna be a magic guy! Come see, it's so cool!"
"I thought you were going to be an astronaut? I already ordered an astronaut helmet."
"Mom, please look, please! I've got to be dis! It's da greatest costume I ever seen!"
So I came to the wall and scanned the pictures he was looking at. "What magic costume? I don't see a magician. You mean the vampire?"
"A...mack daddy...?" It was a pimp suit. Big Kid wanted a pimp suit! "This is not a magician, sorry. We could make the coolest magician costume though! I'll get you a top hat and you have your Webkinz bunny and we'll get a cape..."
"Mom, no! I want to wear dis outfit! Please, please let me get this one. Pleeeeeeeeease," he begged.
"Um...this one isn't appropriate. Pick anything else, I'll even buy all of the accessories of anything else."
"Not appropriate?! What're you talkin' 'bout? It's a guy in a cool suit? How is dat not appropriate?"
"I think...he's a bad guy. Maybe he did bad things to get that nice suit and the money he's holding and that big $ sign necklace..."
"Dat is crazy! What kind of bad fings would he do? It's dest a guy in a cool outfit wif some money and jewry! Look at his hat! I want it so bad, mom. I would look so good. I'll use my own money, please mom. I won't be him, I'll be me in dat fancy suit!"
"Eh. Hmmm. Maybe it's not in your size?"
"I'll try it on. Please let me! Please! I'll love it so much."
And you know...to Big Kid it is just an awesome suit with leopard print lapels and a fancy hat. I could either attempt to explain pimps, gangsters and drug dealers to my innocent 6 year old, be the Halloween grinch, or get weird looks from my neighbors. He looked at me hopefully.
"Let's get the suit, Mack Daddy. But I think you'll need a mustache."
And Mr. Ashley and I will need full face masks...because our 6-year-old is dressing up LIKE A PIMP for Halloween, and I'm pretty sure good parents wouldn't allow that.
But he is so excited to wear that snazzy suit!