My daughters and I had to iron our costumes before we looked presentable, my husband had to inflate a bag to go inside his tall Mad Hatter hat, and my son in law had to buy a hat to replace the one he left at home hundreds of miles away. No one's costume needed more prep, though, than my son's.
The clothes were simple - black shoes, pants and long sleeved shirt, and the hooded black polyester cape he usually uses to be the Grim Reaper. He also had to shave his head.
Technically, his sister shaved his head. Before bed, the night before the party, we said goodbye to his hair.
He spent most of the next day in a hat, so as not to burn his lily white head.
At dinner, the real transformation started. The party started in the evening, so we got dinner at the Plaza Inn - one of our favorites - and broke out the paintbrushes, horns and spirit gum.
My middle daughter, Terry is a cake decorator and very artistic. Before we left home, she made horns out of air dry clay, numbered them, and fit them to Alex's scalp. She painted them with food coloring, and packed them.
Looking at a photo on her phone for reference, she started painting. After the main lines were drawn, she glued the horns on with spirit gum.
I helped fill in the large areas with color after Terry outlined them.
Two boys at an adjoining table inched closer and closer, finally abandoning their table.
The final result was amazing.
Here he is with his creator.
At the Star Wars photo op, the Storm Troopers reached out and wiggled the horns. On discovering that they were, indeed, stuck, they offered a fist bump.
As we walked past the living scarecrow, he said, "Oh, yeah. Darth Maul just ties you all together."
Oh, and he was chosen as the rebel spy on Star Tours.
I wonder what we'll do next Halloween to top that.
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