Aunt Hawee the Pirate

We are going to shop for Noah's Halloween costume today. I've been lobbying for a pirate because a) he says 'Argh' really cute, b)he's always holding stuff to his eye and pretending he's a pirate so I think he'll actually keep the costume on, and c) the costume store has an entire wall of pirate stuff so he won't be a generic pirate from the big-box stores.

Well, Jenna in her psychologist brain has been explaining Halloween to him. We are about to start getting ready for the day and she suddenly asked Noah, "What do you want to be for Halloween?" Noah didn't reply. I offered "Do you want to be a pirate?" and he yelled "Yeah!" I got the 'look' from Jenna for supplying the answer (she should have been a lawyer) and then she asked him more openly "Noah, you can be anybody you want for Halloween. Who do you want to be?" He got real solemn, walked over to her, and said "Aunt Hawee!!!" She asked, "You want to be Aunt Holly for Halloween?" He yelled "Yeah!!!!" and started dancing. I want him to be happy but I can only imagine the hundreds of dollars of therapy I'll be paying for if I let him dress in drag at the age of 2.

(sidebar: during Holly's stay last weekend she graduated from Aunt Hoeee to Aunt Hawee)