They All Go Pfffffflllllllllllttthhh!

I remember when my son was actually interested in what he was going to be for Halloween. Heck...I remember when he didn't even have a say in it at all and I picked out the costume and he gladly wore it and smiled for the pictures!

This year he initially told me he didn't want to trick-or-treat. He just wanted to jump out of the bushes and scare people. Hmmmmmmmmm...I get that coming from a 9 1/2 year old little man especially considering he's one of the only 9 1/2 olds I know who doesn't even like the candy. Then he got invited to a friend's birthday party which is ON Halloween. When I asked him what he wanted to dress up as, he replied, "I don't care." Really?

On it went for days. His Nana suggested a hobo and he was marginally okay with that. Then he said, "How about a gangster?"

Me: Ben...do you even know what a gangster is?

Ben: No.

Me: They kill people, basically.

Ben: Oh...then no. I don't want to be that.

After school today he announced he wants to be the grim reaper. Shelby asked what a grim reaper was and I told her that it's a fictional character who comes to get people when they die and then the fun began...

Belle: Nooooo. Jesus does that. He comes and gets you and takes you to Heaven.

Ben: Yes that's right. A grim reaper is just pretend. If you believe in Jesus you live forever anyway. And if you don't. Well....then you die forever.

Belle: Yep! If you don't believe then you're pfffffflllllllllllttthhhhhh!!!

Momma: Yep...pretty much.

Lovely...