I recently became a genius when I thought of what my family could dress as for Halloween this year.
Labyrinth is one of my favorite movies and has been since I first saw it when I was five years old. I want my son to be Toby on Halloween.
And I, of course, would be Sarah.
Which means only one thing, and it's brilliant: my husband would be Jareth the Goblin King.
Despite my deep love for Labyrinth and excitement at the idea of creating and wearing these costumes, my husband has declined to make these Halloween dreams come true. I keep asking though, and he keeps saying no.
Recently I thought to ask him why. His response required no contemplation: "Courtney? Maybe it's the spandex?"
Tonight, although defeated, I brought it up again. This time he said, "Not to get your hopes up or anything, but where would we even wear these costumes?"
"It doesn't matter, as long as there are pictures," I told him.
Maybe some other year...