When we had friends over the other day Ewan answered the door dressed as the Grim Reaper. He doesn't know how to tie his shoes, nevermind that Halloween is this month. Whereas the majority of boys like to dress up as cowboys, astronauts, or any other superhero designed to inspire children to greatness, Ewan loves to dress up as the Harvester of Souls. He even has a sickle:
Chris and I are weird, but come on, we're not that weird. There's this Wii game called Boom Blox in which you can construct castles, houses, etc., place characters in the scene, click play, and they all do battle. It's Liam's favorite game and Ewan likes to sit and watch him play it. One of the game's characters is a farm animal dressed up as a Grim Reaper. Ewan calls him Grim, and when dressed up as his new idol, insists that he be called Grim as well.
I am sort-of blamable; I stopped by Target one afternoon to get toilet paper and the boys dragged me over to the Halloween display. Ewan fell in love with a plastic sickle and begged for it, even offered to buy it himself with the four dollars in his dinosaur wallet.
"It's like Grim's, mama," he enthused.
We walked out with toilet paper and the sickle.
For the past two weeks he's about his day wearing a black graduation robe bequeathed unto him by his cousin; he pulls it over his head like a hood, grabs the sickle, and puts around the house breathing like he has emphysema.
"Is that what you're going to be for Halloween?" asked a friend of ours.
"NO," Ewan hissed menacingly. "IS WHAT I AM."