Where's Walsho?

I thought I had a pretty good costume idea this year for Halloween. It was a little nostalgic, provided for some humor, and it wasn't a cast member from Jersey Shore so I was pretty sure no one else would have the same costume.

That is until my little brother (By little, I mean younger. In reality, at 6'4, he's got a good eight inches on me) calls me a few days before Halloween.

My brother lives in Chicago now. We get along, but we don't chat all that often mainly because he's not a spectacular conversationalist over the phone. It's like pulling teeth to get that kid to provide a more descriptive answer than "Yeah" or "Mmmhmm".

Since he doesn't like talking on the phone, he usually only calls for two reasons: He needs something from me or he saw something funny somewhere on the Internet that he wants me to watch.

Surprisingly, this call was neither of those.

J: Erica, what are you going to be for Halloween?

E: I came up with something pretty funny, I think. I'm going to be Where's Waldo.

J: (Silence on the line)

E: You there?

J: Ok, Erica, weirdest thing, I'm going as Waldo for Halloween this year.

E: (Silence on the line)

J: You there?

Without knowing it, my brother and I came up with the same old-school Halloween costume. Eerie, right? We're not twins, we have never had some spooky sibling connection where we both know what the other is thinking.

We're just both weird enough to come up with Where's Waldo for Halloween, I guess. Good thing we weren't going to be in the same city, let alone at the same party.

But there's more.

E: I have to be honest, J. The only reason I want to be Waldo is so I can be in the background of everybody's pictures.

J: Erica, that is what I have been telling people all day.

If we both show up at Christmas wearing the same sweater or something, I'm going to be worried.