Oh, it’s you again. The one that's getting me in all this trouble ….

Well, you might as well know what’s going on. Mom’s taking me to some stupid costume party this afternoon and we had a big fight over what I should go as. I wanted to go as either Batman or a soldier, but she’s got other ideas, of course.

I don’t understand her sometimes. I mean, I already got the Batman outfit, brand new, still in the box — my daddy bought it for me last year at Halloween and it still fits. I know … I tried it on just now.

Why didn’t I wear it trick-or-treating last year? Well, I’d rather not say. Let’s just say my mom made me go as something else instead.

Hey, even if I decided not to wear the Batman suit, I can dress up in the old helmet and army jacket Dad gave me a while back and go as a commando. I've still got that toy machine gun … but Mom’s not too crazy about that, though.

"No guns or weapons in my house," she’s always saying. "Children shouldn’t even be thinking about such things."

Sheesh! It’s just a toy! I mean, it’s not like it’s real or anything. Sometimes she makes me so mad … I never get to do what I want to do …..