Dr. Who Conundrum

When my 10-year-old son decided to be Dr. Who this Halloween, my initial reactions:

• Way cool!
• Which doctor, and if it's the 10th will he fit into my old Converse high tops?
• Hope he isn't disappointed when people can't figure out who he is.

We headed out trick-or-treating last night. Imagine our surprise when, after knocking on the doors of just two immediate neighbors, we ran into two more versions of the 11th Doctor. The three "Doctors" lined up for the photo at right, their sonic screwdrivers engaged.

In case you're wondering what's on my son's head: To quote the Doctor, "It's a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool." (Bow ties are too.)

I only wished I had bought that fleece jumpsuit made to look like the TARDIS. I could have stood on a strategic street corner instead of traipsing about the neighborhood as J.K. Rowling's sorting hat.