When Jack was born, Troy's co-worker gifted us this amazing black leather jacket complete with zippers, pockets, snaps and a belt. I knew the perfect use for it the moment I laid eyes on it!
For two years, it has been in safe-keeping waiting for it's grand unveiling. And Saturday night was just the night for that...the church Halloween party.
Armed with edible briberies, we greased up Jack's hair, spray painted it black, added some sideburns and strapped on the black leather jacket. A true GREASER!
I'll admit...I was feeling a bit guilty for not letting Jack pick out one of those plastic costumes of his favorite disney character. How he would have loved to be Elmo or Woody or Nemo. But I had an agenda. I figured this might be one of the last years I can "control" Halloween without multiple kidpinions. You know what I mean? But much to my pleasure, as we started to spray his hair black he yelped with glee, "pirate, pirate!" So we didn't tell him any different. As far as he knew, he was a pirate.
So off we went...three 50's folks and a pirate!
The highlight of the night, for us, was watching jack run up to claim his 1st place prize in the costume contest (a mom's allowed to brag, right?). He was beaming with pride as he ran back with his "golden" medal. He said, "I win. I win"
Man, I love our little pirate (and his cute date)!