a star wars halloween

Gone are the days I have influence over their costume choices. The current obsession is all things Star Wars and they wouldn’t be dissuaded. I have no idea who Jackson thinks I am, but he expected me to whip up a realistic replica costume. No pressure though, Mom. He way overestimates my talents. And my actual sewing skills are pretty deficient so I procrastinated until the day of, effectively turning the costumes into a team effort. I was hemming and Caleb was adding snaps right up until the minute we walked out the door to go trick-or-treating downtown. Apparently, we don’t do halloween without a side order of drama.

I think I’m pretty Star Wars savvy, but in our house I know less about it than anyone else so I had to consult the expert. Fortunately, Caleb has enough knowledge on the subject to author an encyclopedia. It’s pretty obvious Jon is a Jedi, but I was surprised how many people recognized Jack as Han Solo. Brownie points for my costume adviser.

They are already discussing which Star Wars characters they’re going as next year.