When we broached the subject hypothetically - what costumes could we all wear for Halloween - Jack's answer was immediate: Star Wars guys. He'd be Anakin, I'd be Princess Leia, and Steve would be Luke. I think we all know that at this point, Steve and I are not even remotely humoring Jack; it's not like I'm Dora, Jack is Diego, and Steve is Rescue Pack (Roary would be Baby Jaguar); we are freaking psyched to wear Star Wars costumes.
Last night, we decided to surprise Jack with the costumes, which arrived in the mail. While he was downstairs talking to GrandmaGrandpa, Steve and I hurriedly put our costumes on. We were sure Jack would totally freak out, be overcome with joy and surprise.
We came downstairs, decked out in our Episode IV finery: Steve in Luke's Tattoine garb, complete with boots, utility belt, and blue lightsaber; me in white dress and cinnamon bun hair.
"Oh, did my costume come, too?"
He did not freak out in the least. He completely rolled with it. That is because, in Jack's world, why wouldn't you dress like a Star Wars character if given the opportunity?
We did, however, have this conversation:
Me: Yes, Anakin?
Jack: Oh, Princess Leia? Can I talk to Mommy for a minute:
Me: What is it, Jack?
Jack: How did you get your hair to do that?
Me: It's a wig.
Jack: No, how did you get your hair to look like Princess Leia?
He finally got it when I took off the wig and put it on his head.