"How about a bee?" I heard my wife, Mikayla, ask as she was sitting at the kitchen table on the computer looking for a costume for our newly born son, Michael.
"Can he be a dead bee?" I asked from the couch where I was feeding Michael.
"No. What about a bat?" she answered quickly.
"Dead bat?" I stood up, and placing Mike in his crib walked over to her to see what sight she was on.
"Why do you want him to be dead?" she asked looking away from the computer toward me.
"Babe, every year we go over this, all my costumes are dead."
"Well, we're not letting our son dress up as something dead." My mouth dropped, and she added, "Yet. It's too morbid."
"Fine." I said and we looked at the screen.
"Spider." We said at the same time, proving our connection.
"Cool, spider it is. Now we have to plan ours."
"I want to be something dead." I said walking over to the fridge to get a drink.
She looked at me to say, "Surprise, surprise." Before turning back to the screen to look through adult costumes.