The Boy Who Cried Wolf

Nicky’s in the 4th grade play tonight,
He’s a wolf.
Nick “said” that the teacher “said”… they don’t need costumes.
“But you can if you want.”

This causes me, (Sybil), quite a dilemma.
The “old” me would have been thrilled to make the snap decision; No costume.
The “new” me, would get out the sewing machine.

So I’m in the drug store last week and I spy with my little eye, a wolf mask!
It was one of those little kid masks that have the elastic string on the back of it.
It was very realistic though...I could hardly “mask” my excitement.

Until I got home that is.
The kids were appalled that I apparently don’t know the difference between a wolf and a fox.
A fox is red with a petite little nose.
A wolf is…well…not.

Now I’m back to the “old” me; No costume.
Ingrates!
And I stood by that decision until this morning.

Dropping Nick off at school today for their last rehearsal (no where did it say “Dress Rehearsal”),
I couldn’t help but notice the “Award Winning” costumes piling out of cars in the parking lot.
“Holy Crap Nick…I thought you didn’t HAVE to have a costume!!!”

The rest of the day is a blur.
Target, Michael’s, Hobby Lobby.
The chances of finding anything to do with a wolf 10 days after Halloween are slim to none.
We’re screwed.

My “Martha Steward Moment”…
Grey paint.
I painted over the red fox mask, he’s now grey.
His nose is still petite; I’m seriously contemplating a Dixie cup for more of a wolf-like nose but fear scarring the kid for life.
A grey sweat suit completes the ensemble.

Curtain Call please…
This big, bad wolf is ready to huff and puff and blow the house down!