Chris has been asking to do Star Wars themed costumes for three years now. Cash would be Yoda, Chris would be Hans Solo, and I would be...
While I've been able to fight off his idea for quite some time, my brother is having a party this year and has asked if Declan can come as...
Off I go to Amazon.
Hans Solo costume. Check.
Princess Leia costume. Check. (And no, not the Princess Leia Jabba the Hut Slave one you pervs. I just had a kid. I'd look like Jabba the Hut who ATE Princess Leia)
Ewok costume. Check.
Check Out. Click.
Chris leans over my shoulder. "Where's my gun? My costume comes with a gun right?"
"The gun is $13. Can't you go without it?" I ask.
Chris looks at me like I just asked Michael Knight to show up without Kitt.
"And my holster. Where is the holster?" he asks.
"Do you really need the holster?!?!"
"No. I could hold my beer in one hand and the gun in the other buuuuut, that limits the amount of help I can be with the kids if both my hands are full."
"Honey, those stupid accessories pushed your stupid costume to $60. That's outrageous! We can't afford that much!" I griped.
"Sweet! Looks like we have an excuse to be the Star Wars family for the next THREE years!!" he said with a grin.
I hate Star Wars. I really HATE Star Wars.