Halloween Again?

Our little Allison has never been one to go for the traditional pink glitter girls' costumes.  Don't get me wrong, she loves to dress up in princess costumes and little sparkle fairy skirts when she's playing, but her Halloween costume choices have always been a little bit out of the mainstream.   When she was 2, she wanted to be Darth Vader. I guess that sort of counts as mainstream, in that I was actually able to find a costume for her.  I had to make her a lightsaber, though. It turned out really well.  She immediately used it to pretend to cut off her big brother's arm.  When she was 3, she wanted to be Captain Picard.  Disclosing that costume choice implies that we, her parents, might be closet Trekkies, or Trekkers, rather, since Picard was a ST:TNG (Star Trek: The Next Generation) character and not from the original cast.

Note the Barbie doll she is
casually swinging by the hair.

Because I'm trying to achieve a certain level of honesty, I will refrain from deleting that last possibly overly revealing sentence.  Just because we let the kids watch a Star Trek episode if they get ready for bed efficiently, and just because a friend of mine permanently loaned us his entire ST:TNG DVD library does not make us Star Trek nerds. We didn't BUY them, after all. I graciously took them as a favor to his wife.  My point:  very few, if any, 3 year old girls would choose to be Captain Picard for Halloween.  A bald Star Fleet captain from a show that hit its heyday 20 plus years ago. Yes, that's correct. If you think it's more recent than than, think really hard and don't forget to ask the computer to carry the one. Twenty. Plus. Years. Ago.  Imagine my surprise when I was unable to find a Captain Picard costume online for her size, which was 2T at the time.  I even looked for bald wigs, but I guess not that many 3 year olds want to pretend they're bald. I thought about making one for her, because I'm that insane, and actually had a few prototype patterns sketched out, but finally talked her into going as Dr. Beverly Crusher instead, since I was able to locate a blue uniform online. As it turns out, it's much easier to buy a costume online than it is to sew one together.  Plus I couldn't figure out how to thread my serger.

When she was 4, she couldn't decide between Ginger from Gilligan's Island...

A movie star... (from nearly 50 years ago)

a princess, or a black cat...

So she ended up wearing all 3 costumes.

So, given that last Halloween's costume choices were all fairly mainstream, well, except for Ginger, I was a little bit surprised when she declared several times that she wanted to be Michelle Obama for Halloween.

And also, can we please put brown make-up on my arms and face, too?
Ummm, no.  We are not going to paint your face or arms brown.
Well, I want to be Michelle Obama.
(I let it go for a few days, but she brought it up again.)
I want to be Michelle Obama for Halloween.
Michelle Obama? Really?
Yes, Mommy.  And Michael can be her husband, you know, that guy Barack or something like that.

Sigh.  I feel like I owe it to her to indulge in her when she gets these awesome ideas. (Except for the brown make-up- we will not be doing that.  We also will not be dressing up one of the twins as Hitler, as Michael suggested, or letting Michael go as Gaddafi, another one of his brilliant but socially unacceptable Halloween ideas.  I seriously don't know what is wrong with my children.)  If she can keep up her independent thinking, and not be afraid or cognizant that she is going against the grain, maybe someday she can do something like that guy, Michelle Obama's husband. Not that I would wish that upon her in a million years. So I guess sometime in the next month, I will be making a sojourn to the fabric store to get some fabric for a sheath dress.  Unless she changes her mind.  Stay posted for pictures.