And so it seems...... we've created a monster. A blue pants-suit wearing, cape flying monster that won't take off his costume ever. As we were trying to get ready for church this morning, Peter was having a terrible tantrum. He was trying to tell me something, but I just couldn't understand what it was. Finally, after much yelling and crying, I put together that he wanted to wear his Superman costume, and he insisted he wear the costume with only his diaper on underneath. Since today is Halloween, I really didn't have too big of a problem with this. Plus, I must confess, I've always had a soft spot for little kids turning up in random places like the supermarket, or school pick-up, or the park joyfully wearing their ridiculous costumes. I remember when I was a teacher in Los Angeles, there was this little girl, probably only three-years-old, that would come with her mother every day to pick up her brother wearing a hand-made Spiderman costume complete with the super tight red face mask that the mom had drawn the black lines all over. Every time I saw her I smiled at how she mastered simultaneously looking so ridiculously out of place yet so joyfully confident and content. The true beauty of being a child oblivious to our critical social norms. So when Peter was the only child dressed in a costume at church today, I said to the other mothers in an exasperated voice, "He just won't take that costume off!" But inside, I had a smile a mile wide, remembering that little girl I once knew, and now enjoying this little boy of my own. And when he insisted on eating his lunch, and riding his scooter, and even taking his nap in his costume, I still felt that silly tickle inside my heart. Because I just love that Peter loves being Superman, and that he gets to feel how awesome it is to unabashedly wear your costume every darn place, just because you can.
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