Prompt-oween Day 16
@occreatorexchange
Prompt: Shopping for costumes with a child.
Fandom: Doctor Who/The Sarah Jane Adventures
Characters: OCs David and Molly Yates
Rating: G
Word Count: 1239
Summary: David takes Molly shopping for a Halloween costume.
“Come on, Daddy! Let’s go!”
David groaned as Molly dragged him into Spirit Halloween. It was that time again. He hated it. So, of course, his daughter would love the holiday.
Molly’s blue eyes would always grow wide with wonder at all the decorations and costumes on display. Unfortunately for him, what attracted her attention the most were either on the expensive side or things that he didn’t approve of for a child of her age.
She was eyeing the Queen Amidala costume. Molly had fallen in love with Star Wars quite early on. David took her to see the new movie back in May, after quite a bit of begging. Molly immediately clicked with the Amidala character.
David saw the price tag. He grimaced. Of course, the movie being a box office hit would ensure price gouging on Halloween costumes. “It’s a bit much, love. Why don’t we see if they’ve got any other Star Wars costumes.”
Molly pouted at first. Then David could see an idea forming in her head.
At that moment, a sales associate stopped in front of them. “Hi, welcome to Spirit Halloween. Can I help you find something?”
“Can I be a Jedi?” Molly asked, eyes bright with hope.
He frowned. “I’m sorry, but all the Jedi costumes are for boys and men.”
“But that’s stupid!” Molly stomped her foot in outrage. “There’s plenty of girl Jedi! Leia Organa Solo. Mara Jade. Jaina Solo. Adi Gallia. Depa Billaba. Tenel Ka. Tahiri Veila. Yaddle.”
The associate was dumbstruck. “Uh, I haven’t heard of most of those characters.”
“Not my fault you’ve never opened a book,” Molly retorted.
David frowned. “Molly! Don’t be rude.” He apologized to the young man. “Do you have any Princess Leia costumes?”
The associate went to look for some. David looked down at his daughter. “Care to explain your behavior?”
Molly sighed. “I’m sorry, Daddy. But it’s not fair! The boys get to be anybody they want. Sometimes, I don’t want to be a princess. And they never have all the cool girl characters. Why?”
It was David’s turn to sigh. How was he supposed to explain sexism and marketing to a five-year-old? “You’re right, it’s not fair. And not everyone is going to know about the characters you like because they don’t read the same books. Keep up that behavior and I won’t take you trick or treating. Nor will I let you wear a costume at school. Do you understand?”
Molly nods. The sales associate returned. “I’m sorry but we don’t have any Leia costumes in her size.”
“Got any Star Trek?” she asks.
He looked at her, hesitant.
David knew he was afraid that Molly would blow up at him again. “Let me guess, only Kirk and Spock. No Lieutenant Uhura or Nurse Chapel.”
“None for little girls, no,” the associate confirmed.
“Right, thanks. We’ll continue looking,” David dismissed him. He looks down at Molly, placing a hand on her head. “Got any other ideas?”
Molly pursed her lips as she thought. She glanced around at some of the costumes. Then she broke out in a smile. “Uh-huh.”
David lifted an eyebrow. “Well, you gonna tell me?”
“I wanna be a Spice Girl!” Molly throws her fists in the air. “‘Every boy and every girl / Spice up your life!’”
David blinked. That was not what he was expecting. “Molls, while I’m glad you’re showing some interest in something from England,” he started.
“I want to be Posh!” she interrupted him.
He had tried to let her down gently. “No, you’re not going to be Victoria Beckham. If I let you be any of them, it would be Sporty. At least, most of her is covered up,” he muttered to himself.
“I get to be Mel C?! Yes, she’s my next favorite!” Molly started dancing around in celebration.
David covered his face, groaning. Then he crouched down to put his hands on her shoulders. “Molly, no. Stop, stop.” Once he got her to stop, she stared up at him, confused. “No, sweetheart, you misunderstood me. You can’t be Posh or Sporty, or any of them. No Spice Girls. You’re too young.”
Molly visibly wilted.
David hated seeing her like that. But she had to learn that when he set limits and rules, he was doing so for her benefit and she had to follow them. David caressed her cheek. “Come on, I know you have another idea. Let’s hear it then.”
She bit her lip. If he didn’t like her last one, he probably wouldn’t like this one. “Can I be Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas? They have the costume. I saw it.”
Another frown. “And when did you see that? I didn’t say that you could.”
“But Daddy, it’s Disney!” Molly protested. “You said that Disney movies are okay.”
David lifted a finger. “No, I said that most Disney movies are okay. The Nightmare Before Christmas is not one of them.”
“But it’s not scary!”
“Molly, enough! We’re not doing this here,” David warned her. He stood up and guided his daughter to a rack of costumes. After a cursory glance, David took off two outfits. “Last chance. “You want a costume, pick one: black cat or ladybug.”
***
It was just before five in the evening when David and Molly joined some of the kids and parents in their apartment building. David was glad that he decided to go trick-or-treating with a group this year. It was safer for all of the children. It made the event less hectic for him. And it was better for both he and Molly to socialize with people their own age.
By the fifth house, the kids were wired and already had more than enough candy in their bags. The sixth house had run out of candy from previous trick-or-treaters. But instead of having them leave, the homeowner had the children wait on the porch while he grabbed another bag from the kitchen. The parents and kids chatted amongst themselves.
But David tuned it all out. He watched as Molly was having the time of her life. He wasn’t sure if she would. Things had been a bit tense after the costume debacle. Molly had been quiet and withdrawn from him, staying in her room. David had decided against dismissing the babysitters who he suspected were letting her watch those movies, but had firm conversations with them about the rules.
Molly had always struggled with socialization. David sometimes worried that his little girl would never make friends. At least, none her own age. She was her usual bright, inquisitive self around him, his dad, and the babysitters. But put her near other children and she hung back or played by herself. Until now. She was talking quite animatedly to a girl and boy dressed as a witch and wizard. She was all smiles, twirling around in her black velvet and mesh dress, her pinned-on cat tail swishing about. It warmed his heart to see Molly so comfortable. He snapped a few photos to commemorate the occasion.
Molly caught him taking pictures. She gave a big smile and ran to him. David barely had time to catch her as she launched herself at him. “You look beautiful. Cutest cat I’ve ever seen. You seem to be having fun.”
“I am, Daddy,” Molly told him.
David hugs her, kissing the top of her head. “I am so glad to hear that, sweetheart.”
6 notes
·
View notes