When G and I first learned we were having twins, I vowed not to be that twin parent who dressed them in coordinating outfits, or name them anything that screamed, "This is One of Two, and this is Two of Two," ( e.g. Jack and Jill or Donny and Marie).
However, come Halloween, that vow is unabashedly thrown out the window.
Their first Halloween (clearly for our own entertainment), they were Pebbles and Bam-Bam:
Their second Halloween, they were peanut butter and jelly (or billboard advertisements — however you want to look at it):
This year, I caved and let go of the annoyingly cute pair thing. They remembered Halloween from last year and ain't no way mama gonna control their choices anymore. So this is what they came up with:
Maybe in an alternate universe, Hello Kitty and Superman are best friends and do everything together — like, save people and...I don't know, be sickeningly cute and also mute.
Oh well. I guess I got in two solid years of embarrassing twin costumes.
And an addendum to last week's post: After Buddy put his costume on this morning, Bean walked around him, making sure his cape was tied properly and his costume fit correctly. She took a step back and said, "Awww...Buddy, look! You're Superman!" She smiled for a moment, then suddenly wrinkled her face and said, "But Buddy...I told you, I wanted you to be a duck!"