It's not that we press Star Wars on her. She loves it. She has an unhealthy attachment to Chewbacca. (...and Jack White and step stools. Weird kid, but she knows what she likes.)
It might have been when Marc went wig shopping for the third time (because the wigs I bought just weren't right) that I realized maybe this costume was a little bit for us.
But then Halloween night rolled around and this face happened ----->
That smile RAN from house to house. She told every person who called her a lion, Bigfoot or bear that she was in fact Chewbacca. (Duh.) She grinned ear to ear. She said trick or treat. She said thank you. She crawled around bushes and jumped off walls. (Um, do Wookies do that or something??)
Funniest part is she doesn't even know that there is chocolate in those little packages. Gummies she understands, but somehow she has lived her 973 days (yes, I keep track) without ever seeing a candy bar being opened. For her it was about dressing up, seeing other kids in costume, and sprinting around the neighborhood.
It got dark and the sidewalks packed with older kids, so we came home.
We counted her treats, made some popcorn, and watched Star Wars.
Beyond perfect night.
I guess maybe if there is anything to be learned, it is: Parents, go ahead and go all out. Get crazy, put in too much effort, be passionate, show your kids how totally into something you are, because hey, they might just show you how into it they are right back. And man, that felt awesome.
Note a: Marc was totally right about the wigs too. The ones he found were perfect. Who knew he could tease hair so well??
Note b: Maybe I'll get around to a tutorial on how we made this?
Note c: Did you see Tate's peacock costume? Ridiculously cute.