I like to credit myself with "knowing my audience." I know my kids, I know what they like, and I like to think I know what will make them completely crazy. Peter, being a two-year-old, can be a bit persnickety about some things. Since he'll only eat the same cereal every morning, only down PB&J's for lunch, and cried when I got him different color tennis shoes, I wouldn't exactly call him...... flexible. It was with this knowledge that I picked out his Halloween costume. I didn't go for a certain character, but rather tried to find the least restrictive, most like regular clothes thing I could find. I figured this Superman "sack" would just be like his sleeper, and we might have a fighting chance of getting him in it. But when he cried when we tried it on him, and then kept saying a firm, "No, Thank You!" every time I asked him if he wanted to wear his costume, I figured it wasn't looking too good. But then, on the morning of the Halloween parade, Lizzy said she wanted to put on her costume. Peter, overhearing this, ran to get his, and put it right on and happily began running around the house, hand-in-hand with Lizzy. How could I forget the power of the big-sister influence? Thank goodness for Lizzy- she saved the day!
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