Trick-or-Treat 2026

 

Zupe's Halloween costume - much like the last few years - went through SEVERAL iterations.  No one will be surprised that his original idea was to be Thor.  He needed a new - and not Ann-made- Mjolnir.  So, we went to the Spirit Halloween store early in October to find they didn't have that particular hammer.  (*Please note: he wanted a hammer that, if thrown, would wing its way back into his hand.  Readers may be surprised that we found none like that.)  At Spirit Halloween, however, he found a very cool trident and so the costume hero changed from Thor to Poseidon.  I bought green sweat pants.  He had a Poseidon t-shirt and a gold crown. We were set.  He wore that to school for their party - sans the trident - which was deemed a "weapon".  (I considered making an 8-inch cardboard trident, but decided not to push the weapon issue and instead made him a fish bracelet.)  As the BIG DAY approached, Poseidon was dropped in favor of being Dr. Doom.  There ARE Dr. Doom costumes for both children and adults at Spirit Halloween - but there was also a very, very cool scythe with a skull on the top* and - then and there- the quest became to find a Hades costume.  You might be surprised that people look at you funny when you ask where you might find Hades Helm of Darkness.  The best the poor young man could do for us was demon masks.  

Me.  I am not a demon.  Or a superhero.  Or a god.  Just a nameless, voiceless villager - who can probably be found wandering through Hades' Fields of Asphodel...

 

*Said scythe did not make the photo.  It is in his hand but Zupe was impatient in the picture taking.  He was impatient in the scything, too, and it began much before trick-or-treat with the exuberant soul reaping resulting in the blade and skull being sheared off the staff.  Not having any superglue, the scythe was repaired with masking tape.  It was quite a sight....and did not survive the day.  We returned home after t-o-t with the top of the scythe and the rubber mask in the treat bag and my too-warm robe thrown over my arm.   And, no potatoes.  See Halloween 2025.


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