Flash forward to when I was in elementary school and was too cool for those types of girlie costumes. No princess or ballerina costumes for me. I wanted to be something scary, something mean, something dangerous. Enter Count Roothula. With her hardcore skull and crossbones earrings. And epic Snoopy Christmas tights. Yes, my dad drew in the fake blood around my mouth and the widow's peak.* If this picture doesn't scare you sleepless, I don't know what will.
**My parents didn't seem to bother as much with my younger sister. They were perfectly content to let her put a tutu on over her pjs and pull a pair of tights on her head as her costume for Halloween.