This was the year of all-things Captain Marvel (at least for Leo), so our annual themed family Halloween costume was pre-determined by Leo’s insistence on being Carol Danvers. I figured that we could work well with a Marvel theme: Fox loves Spider-Man and Kit bears more than a passing resemblance to a mini Chris Hemsworth in full Thor regalia. Even Harper, our King Charles Cavalier, got her own canine Captain America suit.
Kit as three-year-old Thor
I cheated a bit when it came to my costume; as of 2019 there aren’t many female Avengers, and those that there are have a sartorial tendency to catsuits (Black Widow, Gamora and even the entirely non-threatening Wasp wears a completely terrifying all-in-one). There is no way in hell I am wearing a catsuit. Not even for Halloween. And I’ll do pretty much anything for Halloween.
However, the internet (and in this case, eBay) is a weird and wonderful place and threw up a cute female Iron Man (Iron Woman?) costume, which I figured would work well with Andrew suiting up as Tony Stark, despite Iron (Wo)man not being an actual Avenger nor indeed a part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. (Yet?) But Leo didn’t seem to mind and she was policing the whole affair (heaven forbid anyone try to sneak in a DC character). My costume, when it arrived, was almost pornographically short and necessitated panic buying some gold hotpants from Amazon, that I assume were intended for a teenage gymnast rather than a 41-year-old mother-of-three. But still, better than a catsuit. There is literally nowhere to hide in a catsuit. Shudder. In the interest of full disclosure, I also double spray-tanned.
This year the kids are 3, 4 and just-turned 7 for Halloween; I don’t know how much longer I’ll persuade them to dress in unison, but for now, I’m making candy while the sun shines. Happy Halloween!
