Holy Supervillians, Batman

So my kids have been on a bit of a Batman kick of late which meant that the boys were hounding me for months about their Halloween costumes.

The little one was bent on being the Joker. It was a little tricky because it’s been a few years since the last Batman movie. There were plenty of Batman costumes available, complete with muscular chest plates and capes, but a Joker costume in a size 4? Somebody on eBay was asking 90 bucks for one, which is quite a few dollars more than I was willing to pay for any costume ever. I managed to score one on Amazon for $20 about a month ago, which seemed like a terrific find, until I realized the small size 4 costume runs large, like could probably fit four four year olds stacked 2 x 2. So adjustments were made. By adjustments I mean, I rolled up the sleeves and pant cuffs. The coat looked more like a dress but Joker is crazy like that. A little green hairspray and some $2 face paint and he was the talk of the preschool. He had to fight about three Batmen and two Captain Americas and even a Transformer but I had no doubt he could take them. He had the Joker laugh down.

My 8-year-old wanted to be Killer Croc. Half man, half crocodile. If you’ve never heard of him, join the rest of my neighborhood and every retailer of costumes ever. I had to go the homemade route, which involved fashioning a green tee to look like it had a scaly chest and a six-pack. Not awful, right? A little geometric for actual abdominal muscles but whatever, I’m not Van Gogh or someone else with one ear and loads of artistic talent.

To make him look like a gator I painted him green, covered his hair in glue and flammable paint and sent him packing. He was also wearing black vampire teeth to look ferocious and like he had gingivitis. The scales I tried to put on his upper lip kind of looked like a mustache but he was happy and it was dark so it worked out.

Here are the villains teaming up to wreak havoc on Gotham.

Thankfully the rain stopped and they were able to go trick-or-treating.

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Actual conversation at a house down the block:

Neighbor to youngest boy: Well who painted your face?

Youngest boy: My dad.

Neighbor: Your dad did a great job.

Neighbor to oldest boy: Who painted your face?

Oldest boy: My mom.

Neighbor: Oh.

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And so you don’t think I love my girls any less…

You know teenagers, all they care about is the loot.

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Thanks to Jen for giving me something easy to wrap post #3 around. I know it wasn’t just for me but still. xoxo