See, my awesome neighbor gave me this random pink bunny suit (that a friend randomly gave her). If pink, plus bunny, plus suit makes you think of this, you're right on the money:
But I had kind of hoped to dress her up as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Why?
- Claire's first word was doggie (and as Dorothy, she'd get to carry a cute little stuffed one around in a basket).
- Us two grown-ups would have plenty of costume options (witches, munchkins, flying monkeys) to choose from in case we want to make this an ensemble Halloween production.
- AND I almost don't want to pass up an excuse to buy glittery red toddler shoes (partly because I know she'll love them as much as I do—that girl loves her shoes).
But are we starting an odd tradition by dressing her up as a boy two years in a row?
Are we giving her future issues by dressing her up as a boy who will clearly have future issues because his parents dressed him up in a pink bunny suit?
Or is she just too cute like this for me to waste my time on anything else?