Halloween

Both our boys went as clone troopers (Star Wars) for Halloween this year. They picked out the costumes two or three weeks ago, and Calfgrit4 has worn his several times since then. To be precise, they were both Captain Rex of the clone troopers.

The difference between a clone trooper and a stormtrooper is subtle to those not familiar with Star Wars. At one point during our trick-or-treat outing, a family passed us in the street. The young boy (probably 7 years old) of the group was dressed as a stormtrooper. His parents commented on the Calvesgrit, “Hey, look, they’re stormtroopers, too.” The young boy corrected them, “No, they’re clone troopers.”

Since the past couple of weeks have been rather hectic, I didn’t plan for any costume or make-up for this year. But at the last minute before heading out for the neighborhood tour, I rummaged through my box-o’-masks and pulled out an old thing. I also pulled out the skeletal gloves that go with it.

We were quite a sight: two clone troopers escorting this skeletal ghoul. We were usually holding hands as we walked about. Calfgrit7 told many people, “That’s my dad,” as we moved about the families on the block.

At one point, we got in the van and drove to Calfgri7’s best friend’s neighborhood. On the way there and on the way back, I played from the passenger seat, leaning out the window and laughing maniacally at walkers in the street.

Some people laughed, some people screamed, and I had a load of fun. “I love doing this when I’m incognito,” I said to Cowgrit.

“Well, just remember that everyone can see who I am,” she replied.

Bullgrit