The evil subconcious at work...

Some of you may have thought it was a little strange that I dressed Zachary in a pleather skirt and a wig for Halloween. Funny; strange nonetheless. I didn't really think about what inspired me to dress him in such a period get-up, it just seemed like the right costume for him. My sister, with a superior and astute insight into my motivations, had no trouble deciphering the code of why I dress my son so: Halloween, 1977.

My own mother, as most of you know, is a tremendous artist. She has those 'ah-HA' moments of creativity all the time. (Whereas I have them once every ten years, and it usually has to do with shoes.) Anyway, she had one of those moments for my Halloween costume when I was 2 years old. She thought "Hey - wouldn't it be funny if Meredith was a Viking for Halloween?!" But she didn't have a Viking helmet, with the requisite horns. She DID have a couple of tin funnels and a whole lot of yarn. Out of this, the infamous Viking costume was born. I would swear, years later, that it was the most mortifying experience ever.



And so I say to you, dearest son, "Do unto your son as was done to you." Cause in 30 years, it's going to be REALLY funny!