N: no response
Mom: N, come on. We need to leave before the gold fish start sucking plastic.
Mom: N! We need to go. Go get your costume on!
N: Oh, about that mom. I’m not going as a Ninja this year.
Mom: That’s the only costume you have, so I’m afraid you don’t have much choice.
N: Well, actually, I am already in my costume. I just need to find better scissors.
Mom: Better scissors for what? (And then he turned fully around and it was obvious the boy had been busy.)
N: I just need to cut some holes in my shirt and then cut up my shorts and we can go.
Mom: Hold up! Who gave you permission to cut up a shirt?
N: Oh! It’s old with a hole!
Mom: Ok, but you’re not cutting the pants. What are you trying to be anyway, a zombie?
N: Mo-o-o-o-o-m! I’m NOT a ZOMBIE!
Mom: OK, what are you?
N: I’m a Freedom Fighter!
Mom: A freedom fighter? What’s that?
N: It’s someone who fights for their freedom.
Duh! Why didn’t I think of that?
Apparently Freedom fighters also like to rip their shirts until their chests show and put on Halloween face paint that makes them resemble a zombie. I can’t imagine how I didn’t see it from the start.