This one is straight out of the Parent’s Playbook. The kids insist on bringing accessories that will convince everyone that they’re “Really” what they’re dressed as. Halfway ‘round the block one year, I was carrying a double armload of very important junk that had become too hot and heavy. My rule the following year was “You bring it, you carry it.” The year after that, they were giving up authenticity for lightweight costumes that left their hands free for candy, ’cause Mr. Cravens was an old meanie who wouldn’t Sherpa for them any more.
This one is straight out of the Parent’s Playbook. The kids insist on bringing accessories that will convince everyone that they’re “Really” what they’re dressed as. Halfway ‘round the block one year, I was carrying a double armload of very important junk that had become too hot and heavy. My rule the following year was “You bring it, you carry it.” The year after that, they were giving up authenticity for lightweight costumes that left their hands free for candy, ’cause Mr. Cravens was an old meanie who wouldn’t Sherpa for them any more.