I’m a little bit behind the times writing about Halloween in February, but since all I’ve done this month is wrap myself in my Snuggie and complain about how cold it is, I decided to share this little story. 

My two little boys are 16 months apart, and personality-wise, they couldn’t be more different. My oldest is outgoing to the extreme and doesn’t know a stranger. My youngest is…not. It takes him a long time to warm up to people, and many times he’s happier being on his own. Sometimes I will pick him up from preschool as ask, “Who did you play with?” and he will gleefully reply, “No one!” He’s not into getting a lot of attention, and new people can freak him out.

Back in October, we made our first trip as a family to the Headless Horseman event at Conner Prairie. The boys were excited to go, and since we don’t really do a traditional Halloween, we let them pick out costumes to wear. My oldest chose a soldier costume, and was very excited he was dressed as a “real hero, not a pretend one.” My Star Wars and superhero-loving younger son picked Olaf. He didn’t want to just build a snowman; he wanted to be a snowman.

Do you want to build a snowman?

Here’s the thing I didn’t consider when my son chose this costume: a four-year-old in an Olaf costume is pretty much the cutest thing in the world. People are clearly going to remark on the cuteness of my kid in an Olaf costume. And my kid hates people.

From the moment we stepped out of the car, people were telling my son how cute he was. Pretty much all we heard for four hours was, “Oh my gosh! It’s Olaf!” and, “He’s so cute!” and of course, “Hey Olaf? Do you want to build a snowman?” My poor, sweet, adorable boy loathed every second of it.

Olaf Outside

“People keep talking about my costume and I hate it!”

Meanwhile, the older one was jealous.

“No one likes my costume. Everyone likes my brother’s better.”

And there you have the difference between my two children.

My Halloween Kids

So the night continued and we managed to have fun, despite my youngest hating the attention. And the hayride. Did I mention he dropped his popcorn?

Maybe it wasn’t such a great night for him. But he sure looked cute.

It's Olaf!