It was hovering right around freezing out there at get-up-and-go time this morning. I think the days are fast approaching when slippers and a hoodie over my Tinkerbell jammies won’t be enough for school drop-off runs. Once I’m willing to navigate by peering through an un-defrosted window because I have all the car’s heat channeled down to my feet, it’s time. Not quite there yet.

And, bummer, but it’s going to be chilly for Halloween. We’ve been lucky and had several years where the kids didn’t need winter coats over their costumes if they wore thermals underneath. Rather than go as Tom Brady, I’m trying to talk the short kid into going as a Bruin. Big hockey jersey that will go over his coat. Fake Stanley Cup. Hockey mask. Doesn’t that sound good? One problem…

He’s a Canucks fan.

Me: “We’re not parading you around town in a Canucks jersey. For one thing, you won’t get any candy. For another, we have to live here. And Dad has to work in this town. Nobody’s going to trust a guy who lets his kid run around in a Canucks jersey.”

Mr S: “Maybe you could use makeup and give him a black eye and a split lip and he can go as a Canuck that got the crap kicked out of him by a Bruin.”

The costume negotation is ongoing. The clock is ticking…