Not a costume...really
Yesterday, Max's preschool had a Halloween party. Since my mom and Sara have been doing the pickup and drop-off lately, none of the parents know me, nor do they know that I have cancer.
Because Max wanted me to (not because it's Halloween), I wore the pink wig to drop Max off. One parent who was walking out with me asked, "Are you Britney Spears?"
"Um, no," I said somewhat unsure of how I should respond.
"Well, didn't she wear a wig like that when she shaved her head?"
Right then, I wish I would have totally freaked her out by pulling off my wig and then saying, "Well, I guess I am Britney!" to reveal my bald noggin.
I didn't though. Instead, I just said that I wasn't sure, and continued on to my car.
That would have been a good one though.
And as I sit here tonight giving out candy, with a very spooky set-up outside, I'm tempted to really scare those little kiddos by answering the door bald.
I wonder how many would run off screaming then!