You know what's really scary about Halloween? When your ADHD child announces two hours before a party that he wants you to MAKE him a Jango Fett costume:
And you say, "No honey, I'm sorry- I can't make Jango Fett. But wouldn't it be REALLY REALLY COOL if you were..."
And after he asks if you have LOST YOUR MIND, you realize there is no shortage of cardboard boxes so you suggest
And so you talk to him from the other side of the bedroom door where he lays sobbing because there is NO WAY that little brown haired girl is going to look twice at him if he goes to the party wearing his dad's dirty underwear on his head and you suggest
And you cannot agree on anything, and any hope of impressing the little brown haired girl and entering the costume contest seems lost..
When your daughter suddenly appears dressed as Hannah Montanna
and Jiminey Crickets you have an IDEA that you can both agree on!
And a quick trip to Kmart for some black leggings and a tank top, a look through your jewelry box where miraculously you find that every rubber bracelet you kept from 1980 is still there, a little cutting action on a tablecloth, some facepaint and VOILA
I was made for lovin you baby and you were made for lovin me. And he won the trophy. I Rock.