By Alex Iwashyna, blogger at Late Enough 
We go all out for Halloween. And by “we,” I mean “me,” and my insistence on a massive theme of awesomeness.
In fact, I have only missed 2 Halloweens in my 33 years.
But to keep it from being too easy (because then it wouldn’t be PARENTING), my son always picks his costume, and I create the entire theme around it.
Like when he wanted to be a chicken so we were Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?…
WANT may be a little strong but we were given the costume and VIOLA! Pure genius
Or Superman so we were Lois Lane and Lex Luther…
Scott really did shave his head and wear his wedding tux.
Once we had two kids, I still could pull off the thematic extravaganzas because only one had opinions. I could acquiesce to the I want to be a banana of my son and make my daughter an apple, add grapes and a bowl, build a frame and we're A Still Life Painting …
Yes, some people thought Scott was wearing a diaper. He really is a trouper.
All was going well in my Halloween extravaganzas until this year, when my children ruined Halloween.
My oldest wants to be Spider-man. I thought: Okay, my daughter could be Spider-woman or The Wasp, and we can just bend The Avengers time-space continuum. Scott and I will be super villains just like all parents are at some point in their children’s lives! Haha. This will be awesome!
Until my daughter said: I want to be Snow White.
Wha? I know I shouldn’t be shocked since my house is a small homage to Disney with a sprinkling of Marvel comic book superheroes and Star Wars, but I was dumbfounded.
Mostly because SNOW WHITE AND SPIDERMAN HAVE NEVER HUNG OUT TOGETHER. Ever. Not a single crossover movie, TV show or comic book. Those dwarfs kept her busy, and Spider-man didn’t hike much (which I admire in a superhero).
What will we do? Because I'm not the type of parent who will try to talk either of them out of their Halloween costumes. I mean, I WANT their minds to change and I'M WILLING to use Jedi mind tricks but not by using my words. I'M SUCH A MARTYR.
I see only 2 choices. We can either divide up as evil villains being only 50% awesome or fade away into parenting obscurity with all those who have not dressed up since they were 12 years old.
Great, I'm now a DEPRESSED martyr.
My only solace is buying this giant bag of candy 8 more times between now and the 31st.
It's helping.
