Androgynous Death Forces Coming Soon to Your Door

Since he's fairly well disguised, I offer a rare blog picture of the child:

He's pleased. He went to a party last night, and was quite the hit. Nobody knew who he was, of course, but for him, that's part of the entertainment. They had no idea who he was when he was Perseus; they thought that he was some headless Roman soldier, though he was a) Greek and b) bearing his own head on his own neck, besides carrying a Medusa head, replete with rubber snakes. When he was Thor, people thought he was a little Viking girl, despite the giant hammer. I thought he was going to be Loki this year; I was sort of looking forward to that, figuring that all I really needed was some sort of Fenrir the wolf cape -- but nope, he's Kali this year. She has lots of pieces. Lots.

I don't know if you can see in the photo that he's got four arms, but he does. It's just hard to get all the accoutrements into the picture. Indeed, it's apparently hard just to carry that stuff around. At the party, he left the skull, the trident, the machete, the skull necklace, all over the house. Also, he reports that it's hard to sit down in the bone skirt. He's got a new appreciation for the death goddesses.

He gets to wear all this stuff again on Tuesday night, for Halloween, and in the meantime, he went tonight to a haunted house in the area, which kept him up past his bedtime and seems to have nearly given his father a heart attack. Glad I missed it.

I'm happy with my successful costuming this year. Now I'm resting up. Every year he comes to me, in September, with his mythology of the world book, and a new favorite he wants me to create. I figure it's just a matter of time before he gets really sophisticated, and decides he needs to channel the formless void that is the center of the universe, and how I'm going to pull that off, I do not know.