Apparently, we are the family that "likes to dress up."
|Here we are in steampunk gear for a friend's costume wedding.|
It's true. We've won trunk-or-treat two years in a row--and our church has been hosting for only two years, so we are the reigning champs. The first year, we had Safari Car. My husband and I dressed up in khaki pants and white shirts, and we created palm trees out of cardboard. Olivia dressed up in a zebra suit, and we littered our "campsite" with stuffed animals of every description.
|Despite the hype, sunbonnets do not block the sun.|
We love to play dress up--whenever an event calls for costumes, we have no shame about being the family that likes to go a little over the top. We already have plans for this year's trunk or treat. Keep it under your hat, but my engineer husband is already designing a castle.
|She can spend the whole day in this costume.|
While we love to get into the spirit of things with a costume, I had no idea that we were regarded as "that family" until yesterday.
The annual chili cook off is next weekend, and I have never entered the competition. Zach swears up and down that my family's recipe is the best he's ever tasted--but then, he's my husband, right? Isn't he supposed to throw around compliments like that? Especially in Texas.
So, unbeknownst to me, he signs us up as a team. When I found out, I was mortified. The chilis that win competitions are exotic or so hot they leave blisters on our mouths. My family's chili is just plain old Texas red...
Plain old Texas red...
Immediately, the idea for our booth and our costumes popped into our head. I can't divulge them...yet...because the competition is not until next weekend. But while we probably won't win based on my recipe, I have a feeling we will present the other competitors with a run for their money on presentation.
But then, in Sunday school, we find that our class has also entered as a team. "And we thought Lily and Zach could decorate. Because they are so creative."
I had to let them down easy. Flicking my thumb over at Zach, I said, "Sorry guys. He signed us up today for our own team."
A chorus of boos rained down as Zach bowed his head in mock shame. "Costume competition is over, guys," a fellow churchgoer declared. "They've always got it in the bag."
Yep--we're that family. The family that "dresses up." Have you ever really gone all out on costumes for an event?