Giddyup!

“How did everything go?” I asked the babysitter.

“It was… uh…interesting,” she told me.

I called a babysitter on Friday and miraculously produced a last minute date night for K and I.

[We saw Lars and the Real Girl… who knew a film about a guy who orders a sex doll for companionship could be so completely endearing?!!]

Anyway, a few months back I picked up a giant stuffed horse on suspenders at one of those church consignment sales.

[Don't ask, don't tell, Church Lady!]

Squeezing one ear made the horse neigh and squeezing the other made “clippity clop” sounds.

[Which transported me immediately to Monty Python’s Holy Grail and I was sold.]

You pull the horse suspenders over your head and, “Viola!” you are mounted.

[You are MOUNTED. Heh, heh.]

Ahem.

“Cowboy,” I thought. "The Mayor will be a cowboy for Halloween."

I figured I could squeeze in one final year of making the costume decision for him if I hid the horse in the closet and waited until the week of Halloween to pull it out. I knew I’d skate by on the novelty of the thing.

However, I was not prepared for the “costume” The Mayor would bring to the cowboy role.

Upon further grilling the babysitter we learned that the instant we left the house, The Mayor took off all of his clothes and refused to wear anything but the horse on suspenders.

The Mayor galloped around the house nude for the better part of an hour before the babysitter lost her mind and wrestled him into a pair of underpants which she insisted he wear at the very least.

Perhaps the kiddie bubble bath by jack-o-lantern candlelight the other night wasn't such a good idea...

Mmmmmm, Halloween. I don't know what it is... it just makes me want to get all naked!

Tonight should be interesting.

Giddyup!