A Rockin' Halloween

On the way to the ranch, the boys were getting pretty sick of traveling, so I was doing anything I could think of to keep them entertained.  At one point, I busted out with an old AC/DC classic, 'Cuz I'm T-N-T...I'm dynamite'  That's all the words I know, but that didn't matter.  Brady was transfixed!  Folks, I think we've got a rocker on our hands!!!  Brandon casually suggested that maybe Brady should dress up as the guy from AC/DC for Halloween, and that was it!  I tried to dissuade him, fearing that other kids wouldn't know who he was or would laugh at him, but he was not going to change.  I'm so happy he didn't!  I really learned something about him through this experience.  He's definitely his own 'man' and it didn't bother him at all that he wasn't Spiderman or whatever all the other kids were.  Several times he was told that he had the best costume of the night.  Not only that, many adults recognized him right away.  I'm so proud of my little Angus Young!

Mommy the roughneck and Angus at the Fall Festival at school.

For the weeks leading up to Halloween, as he mulled over what it would be like to be a rocker, he would come up with the funniest things.  One morning during breakfast, he announced that he knew exactly what he needed to do to be a good rockstar....he then got down on the floor and played air guitar while turning himself on a circle on his back.

There's Angus!

He was so committed to his costume!  He didn't take the wig/hat off once the whole night!

I made Finn a Perry the Platypus/Agent P costume (Phineas and Ferb).  He was fine with it, but didn't really like the Agent P hat, so I guess he was more like Perry.

After going to a party at some friends, we headed back to our street for Trick or Treating.  We all went to our closest neighbors and then Brandon took Finn home to bed while Brady and I kept going.  We had such a nice time together!  Brady was hilarious!  I explained to him that when I used to trick or treat, I would get one piece of candy at each house.  He thought this was very sad.  At one house, the owners had a table setup in their front yard, and they were serving punch.  I could tell by his body language that Brady was not going for the punch.  When they asked him if he'd like some, ever the diplomat, he deferred to me, asking if I would like some.  I told him that I didn't want any, but he could certainly have some.  He politely declined saying, 'No thank you.  I'm not thirsty.'  The lady then handed him one little candy bar (a big contrast from every other home where people were dumping their candy buckets into his bag).  As we walked away (we'd only gone about 2 steps), Brady looks up at me and says, 'What do you think was going on there?'  I guess between the punch and the single piece of candy, he didn't think those people quite knew what was going on with Halloween!