"Mommy, I don't want to be a ladybug. I changed my mind."
"What do you want to be?"
"I want to be a ROCKET STAR!"
"I think she means a rock star," says Lindsey.
I put a pink wig on her and she sits down at her drum set and starts playing.
So I put her in the dress, rainbow tights and the silver glitter shoes.
"The wig scratches. I don't want to wear it."
"You have to wear a wig or know one will know what you are supposed to be."
"But I'm Audrey." (Duh!)
I reason, "How about the rainbow wig?"
"Okaaay," she agrees to this and a red nose and we trick-or-treat as some sort of rocket star rainbow clown.
I love that she had her own idea about what she wanted to be tonight and am glad that I just let her roll with it and didn't get (too) control freaky about it. She told her joke, all St. Louis style, and was really only afraid at one house, with a zombie scarecrow on the porch. The neighbors at the end of the street had a DJ Lance Rock on the front lawn performing, which overwhelmed her a little, but as she drifted off to sleep she said, "Mommy, DJ Lance was my favorite."
