I was informed yesterday by Her Majesty, KatyBeth, Wielder of the Pink Rifle, that her preferred Halloween costume is not Hannah Montana, not one of the Disney Princesses, and not a Powerpuff Girl.
Nosirree Bob, my kid wants to be Abby for Halloween.
Her Mom will take care of the Goth makeup and the (temporary) spiderweb neck tattoo, while I gotta find a lab coat in size 8 toddler, knee-high boots, a black pigtail wig, and a humongous Big Gulp cup.
Oh yeah, and teach her how to pronounce words like gas chromatography- mass spectrometry and forensic odontology.
This oughta be fun.