My husband was a mummy for Halloween when he was in the fifth grade, except his costume was made from torn sheets instead of toilet paper.
"I came unraveled by the fourth house from home," said Geoff, whom I've long suspected wasn't wrapped very tight. A neighbor came to the rescue and repaired his failing costume.
Pam's friend Jacqui McCormick says she was "blessed" to have a mother so creative she once fashioned a Cousin Itt costume using a bunch of mop heads dyed brown. Jacqui remembers that as the year "my poor 8-year-old self nearly died of a heat stroke."
Karyn Stagg, of Cross Lanes, says she once went to a Halloween party as Morticia, but some people didn't realize she was costumed. "They thought I was some kind of weirdly sexual pale Goth."
Said Leigh Shell, of South Charleston, "Eve of Halloween. Mom was in a panic. She grabbed a piece of cardboard, rolled it into a cone big enough for my head to poke out, covered it in aluminum foil and made me a scrunched up foil hat with a paper tag hanging off, and sent me off trick-or-treating as a Hershey's Kiss. The next week at school was Philadelphia Day. She ripped the hat off, painted a crack on me and called me a Liberty Bell. Love her. Even though I did look like a dork."
When Melanie Glinsmann found herself needing a last-minute costume, she wrapped herself in aluminum foil and went as a leftover.
Lori O'Brien had friends who wore jeans and denim shirts, then wrapped their legs and head with cotton batting and went as Q-tips.
As for my girl, it's hard to tell what she'll be. But if you see lightning on Halloween, there's a chance she's to blame.
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