Friday, October 31, 2008

6240: Happy Halloween

I thought I was all set.

Little lady decided she would be a princess. She has been deciding which of the three already purchased pink or magenta dresses with sequins to wear. How thoughtful of her not to want to buy something.

One guy begged for weeks to be a character from a movie he hasn't seen. A movie he hasn't even asked to see. I relented and bought him a Commander Cody from some Star Wars Clone Wars cartoon movie. He has been floating on a cloud and respectfully left the costume in the bag.

The other guy, oh the other guy. About a month ago he decided to be someone that required a handmade costume. Fortunately a fellow parishioner from our church thought it would just be the coolest thing to help me assemble a denim prison outfit. I found the black shoes, white socks and black and white stripped shirt.

Wednesday night our friend came over to paint "stitches" on the denim pants. Thursday eve we tested the black hair spray and gel to make sure we could make a pompadour before the school parade.

But we decided to watch a song and dance clip one more time before bed time when we all realized the denim jacket was missing something. Some numbers.

Specifically the numbers 6240.

So I ran to the craft store tonight, got stencils and fabric paint. I put 6240 on a little boy's denim jacket. Because those were Elvis' numbers in Jailhouse Rock. And that is what my little man is going to be for Halloween.

Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.


Heather said...

Very cool.

monstergirlee said...

Attention to detail - thats what it takes. Very cool.

Jenn in Holland said...

Your little man ROCKS THE HOUSE!!!
That is fantastic!
(Please tell him Miss Jenn is very, very proud!)

Goofball said...



but I do pity the North-American moms a little bit too. It seems taking so much effort and energy to get all the kids dressed up in their favorite costume! Somehow I'm happy that it will never be on my to do list later on. But I guess I miss out on the fun as well.