Kalisha is not going trick-or-treating tonight, mainly because she is too old (although she doesn't think so) it is cold and wet and she attended a costume party/dance at a provider facility here in town last weekend. She has been invited for a couple of years, but has always declined. I encourage her to go, but she never has wanted to. This year was different because the girls in her cooking class were going and since she knew them, she was ready to go.
You will never guess what she wanted to be ... a Colts football player. That's a surprise, isn't it? She has never been real cracked up about costumes. I think it is a sensory, claustrophobic kind of thing. When she was little, I made her costumes; she was a Crayola crayon, a pumpkin, a cowgirl and various other things. I thought that since she owns everything Colts already, this costume would be no effort at all. Right! She went on a "helmet search." She called every store in Fort Wayne, literally, and no one had a plastic helmet, not even the Halloween stores and not Stoner's, either. It must not be the year for dressing as a football player.
She posted on Facebook that she needed one. She even managed to get the phone number of a local high school's football coach. I asked if she was really going to call a complete stranger and ask for a practice helmet. Her answer was, "Well, I need one." Any means to justify the end result. She didn't need to resort to calling him; her brother-in-law offered a helmet he had in grade school. I painted horseshoes on it, was willing to make shoulder pads to wear under one of her jerseys and dug up a couple of temporary Colts face tattoos.
As the day wore on, she started dropping things off the list. She didn't want the tattoos, didn't want to wear shoulder pads, thought the jersey was too tight and didn't want to carry a football. Okay, so we are down to the helmet. "I'll just carry it and put it on for the judging, ok?"
The objective here was to get her to go to the party, so at this point, she could have gone in her pajamas, I didn't care. When I dropped her off, she put her helmet on the table and sat down. When I picked her up, she was in a group of people dancing to 'We Are Fam-i-ly'.......yes!
I asked if she ever put the helmet on. She said, "No, but I had a great time."
I'm pretty sure if it had been one of my other four kids, they would have heard about how long it took to paint that horseshoe, etc. All I said to Kalisha, was "Well, now you have a helmet decoration for your room." Yes, I know, she is probably a spoiled brat, but she went to the dance and had a good time. That's all I cared about. The next party is a Christmas dance. I already know not to expect her to dress up.