“Yes, more creative, even though that’s still my favourite gift I’ve ever given you. Glad to know you cherish it.” She beamed warmly. Cece loved her parents, and she was glad that she could openly express her artistic side since she clearly stole that gene from Pam. Philip on the other hand was just as goofy as her dad– or at least from what she knew from the funny stories he told them as toddlers. Halloween was special to her, just as Christmas. They might have just been holidays, but it meant spending time with her family; and who would trade that in for anything else? Later, she’d go to college and these times spent together would just be memories. Older kids usually didn’t go trick-or-treating so they had to have fun while they still could.
She rolled her eyes again at his suggestion. It was a gag shirt– still, not a costume. Actually, something she might’ve wear if Philip hadn’t borrowed it from time to time. “He wanted to go as ketchup and mustard bottles—” That was NOT happening as it was not only embarrassing but ridiculous. Cece was not going to be seen in some store-bought costume that lacked creativity. They had to spice it up. “You’re going to dress up like Uncle Dwight. You still got his glasses, right?” A beat passed as she teased. Actually, that would have been a really great costume, but she didn’t want to cross the line. “Okay, okay, bad joke, but we’re going to be the Addams family I’m Wednesday, Philip wants to be Pugsley and Mom is Morticia. So, that makes you… Gomez. If you’re okay with the idea.”
he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. not with two of cece’s passions stacked against him— holidays and creativity. she definitely inherited so much from pam. honestly, he was thankful for that. pam passing her talent and passion for art and all things creative onto another generation was a blessing in his eyes. but the costume thing— he really could have done without.
‘ that’s funny. ‘ his reply dry, but his expression soft. he did still have those glasses, along with the watch. his habit of hanging on to things that held sentimental value continuing to hold strong. but it would have taken an incredible amount of convincing to get him to don that getup again. thankfully, the suggestion was just a joke. (one he was kind of proud of.) ‘ wow. ‘ his eyes wide, assessing the idea. in terms of the spirit of the holiday and creativity, a group costume of the addam’s family was much more up cece’s alley than ketchup and mustard, he had to admit. he loved that both cece and philip hadn’t reached the point that they were embarrassed to do anything with he and pam— he was glad to still be so included in their lives. however, this was a lot.
‘ well, i like the idea of mom as morticia… ’ he grinned, teasing, ‘ but i don’t know, kiddo. ‘ this was much more intricate than even the dwight outfit and that was not something he was excited about. the suit. the mustache. the suave persona. it was all so intimidating. even if it was only for trick-or-treating purposes, there was no way he could pull that costume off. ‘ are you sure you want me cramping your style while you’re out having fun? can you image how embarrassing i could be pretending to be gomez addams? ‘ it was a long shot but maybe pulling the embarrassing dad card would work.
