Five minutes of patience. Look at the camera. Try not to murder Mom with your eyes. Let her take entirely too many pictures while insisting, “Just one more, Wick.” 

Then the costume comes off. 

Job done. See you next year. 

Considering I brought Wick home at Halloween and he’s now getting ready to turn eighteen, he’s had plenty of time to perfect the process. 

At this point, I’m pretty sure he isn’t cooperating because he likes dressing up. 

He’s just trained me to work faster.