I've dressed up as Wonder Woman for Halloween before. It was sort of during Durel and my courtship. I'm sure Emily, Sean, Sally, and Okie Roy remember that evening very well. Clay might remember, too. Other than that, we shall leave it in the annals of history.
This year, I will be dressing up as Wonder Woman for Halloween again. I will not be wearing the same costume I wore 12 years ago. Nope.
I will be wearing a cool-yet-mom-appropriate costume. Because, after all, I am Superman's mom (new origin story; take note).
|I am not really cool enough to know what origin stories are.|
Durel totally taught me the term.
We debuted our costumes for the Fall Festival at Jack's school last week. There were hot dogs, cake pops, frozen yogurt, a bouncy slide thing, a band, and games in every room. Jack's school does not mess around. It was completely awesome. (There was also a silent auction, where we bought things. It really was fun for all ages.)
And, with one more origin story being shredded with disregard by our family, Durel was super, too. He brushes off comparisons to Hugh Jackman. Okay, Wolverine.
|This photo was taken with Durel's insanely awesome|
Anyway, Jack and his buddies got down to business. Who needs a mosh pit when you can stand on a hay bale? And, I mean, the SWAT team is already there, so you know it was NUTS.
And, it was nuts. SuperJack danced, bounced and slid, ate hot dogs with wild abandon, gamely posed for pictures, played games, zoomed around with his cape streaming behind him, and only melted down at 8:30 when we informed him, gravely, that it was time to go home.
Even supers have their limits, you know.
Hope you zoom around like a super today.