To dress him in magnificent costumes like this:
Don’t blame me, son, blame Think Geek for selling them.
POSTSCRIPT
Several hours after I originally posted this, my son responded by throwing up all over me and his bedroom. It. Went. Everywhere.
Touché, Mr Squish, touché.
One year, I caved to pressure and bought a costume. On the way out the door to do our annual “begging for candy” trip, my ‘precious’ child changed his mind about wearing the pirate-y thing.
We’ve done homemade ever since.
Homemade sounds good, but I hope my son really likes ghosts.
A white sheet with 2 holes cut into it may be my creative limit, I’m afraid.
Maybe he wants a Linda Blair costume?
He needs no further encouragement, trust me.