After an entire month of pushing the commercialization of Halloween on my young son, Nick wanted nothing to do with his Thomas the Train costume today. It made little difference that Toddler B was gesticulating and kick boxing his Buzz Light Year costume like a kung foo cartoon on sugar. Sophie's baby kitty costume, resplete with painted whiskers and nose (thanks to Mommy's Mac black eye liner) made as much of an impact as Anita Shrive's "Light on Snow" made on me. He was not having any Trick or Treat, gawk at pumpkins, isn't Fall wonderful kind of action. I finally said "When all your friends are in costume, what are you going to be on October 31st?" He replied, "I go as Dominic."