Now, now, kids, settle down! That's right, it's Rishi here again with another Halloween contest entry! Now sit down and shut up!
Alrighty, then. I have another story to tell tonight. The moon's out, all is quiet, and I have homework to do. So let's do this quickly!
One Halloween, I was about seven, my brother and I were going out to trick or treat. My brother was three. I was dressed as Blossom from the then-popular PowerPuff Girls. My brother? Oh, he dressed as Buttercup.
We went around with our neighbor, a seven year old dressed as a Native American chief, and collected candy. I don't remember much about it, but I do have one photo of me, my cross-dressing brother, and our chief friend standing in front of a house.
Now, if you're thinking "What kind of mother lets their son dress up in that kind of clothing?!", you're right, my mother was completely against it. But at the party store, my brother uttered the words that would haunt him (as we constantly reminded him),
"I wanna be Buttercuuuup...."
Happy Halloween.
