|It is so hard to get Finbar to look at a camera, but in his pilot costume he is all smiles.|
|Giving a pilot's thumbs up took a little more thought..|
Then one night 6 days before Halloween, "Mom, I've got it! Can you make me an airplane costume for Halloween? I want to be an airplane." Of course, why didn't I think of that? "Well Finney, I can't make you wings and stuff but how bout an airplane pilot costume?" (Amazon MUST have one, please dear God, gotta get online NOW). Glee on his face at the suggestion that he would be a pilot.
$35 later, the order was placed just before midnight on Sunday and I waited. The parade was on Friday. The package was supposed to arrive latest on Friday, which would be too late. Well as luck would have it, I drove around at 9pm on Thursday night from Kmart to CVS to CVS looking for a Mummy costume, which Finbar had decided would replace the no-show airplane pilot costume. Didn't find a mummy, but did find a Hippy costume for myself to wear to Declan's preschool Carnival the next day :) At least my trip wasn't for nought.
And so Friday morning comes and I report to Finney with much trepidation that I have had no success on the mummy thing. In a rare flexible moment, he wears the skeleton, thankfully. 8pm Friday 29th , last UPS delivery of the day is none other than the Pilot costume. I watch Finbar open the box, his body shaking and jumping with excitement, yelling "it's here!! it's here!! my pilot costume is here!!!". The smile, the precious, joyful, gleeful, indescribable smile on his face as he took the costume out of the box. "Mommy can I sleep in it, please please? Uh, on second thought, I'll just sleep with the cap, I don't want my fabulous pilot costume getting wrinkled. Please hang it up mommy so it won't get wrinkled."
For the next two days, about every hour "Mom, is it time to wear my pilot costume and go trick or treating?". Finally the moment arrives. He put on his costume and I just thought "he's so beautiful and adorable and he is just SO happy right now, I really wish he would become an airline pilot." It was a sight to behold...this little pilot skipping, hopping and chattering incessantly away down the sidewalk, describing in great detail each candy he acquired and how he picked it, explaining to those who had not noticed the wings on his uniform that he was not a ship's captain but an airplane pilot. He was in his element, on Halloween.
He plans to wear that costume for the foreseeable Halloweens, perhaps right up until he gets his real Pilot uniform. I have no doubt he will.