Frozone and His Netted Tea Party Glubs.

A couple weeks ago at church a friend handed me a bag of things that she thought I might like (she likes old things, I like old things).  In this bag, among other treasures, was a small collection of tea party-ish gloves.  6-7 pairs of them.  I wondered what I would do with them considering I have two boys and tea parties weren't in the near future.  I took the small pile downstairs and put them in a rubbermaid costume box thinking about that 'someday' I would have a little someone to wear them.

That someday was on Tuesday.

Here's how it went down.

The Schmeese was looking in a coloring book that happened to have a picture of Frozone, from the Incredibles, in it.  He started asking questions and remembering about Frozone.  And then it happened again.

"You gotta make me Frozone".  

oh, max.  seriously bud?  

"Yeah, with those cool glasses and that blue and white and those boots and those glubs."

so we looked up a picture on google.

I wasn't going to begin to attempt "the blue and white" so I suggested we started with the glasses.

Cereal box cardboard, aluminum foil, black stripe. 

No, Max couldn't see out of his cardboard aluminum foil glasses.  That happened to be hilarious.

                          

Yes, we miraculously had white snow boots borrowed from a neighbor (thanks, Melissa)

p.s.  they are not girl boots --- they are polar bear frozone boots.

When we got to the gloves part I told him we only had his brown snow gloves.

But they have to be WHITE glubs mom!

But Max, we don't have any white gloves.

Maybe we can paint my brown glubs!

ummm... no.... we can't sweetie.  

But they have to be white.

Can I just mention right here that this kid's tenacity is one of his most endearing qualities?  He is JUST like his mama.  Doesn't take no for an answer, knows what he wants, is determined to get it.  Too imaginative and curious for his own good.  That is why it doesn't bother me.  Well it does for a second and then I remember how it feels.  Because I still feel those feelings.  

I rack my brain thinking about how we can get white gloves...... until.... I .... remember.....

those tea party gloves.  

I nearly flew down to the basement and threw open that green rubbermaid lid.  I was so happy to give them to him and make his little Frozone dreams come true.  

and they did come true.   

 Messing up all of eastern Maryland and breaking snowfall records with his netted glubs.