I'm kind of missing the old days. The days before Connor started school, when the kids' play always involved dressing up.
Two years ago, I wandered into Goodwill and found some costumes. The kids absolutely loved them. That night Aubrey slept with a pink Cheer Bear costume within reach, and Connor with a fuzzy-headed lion. They wore those things ALL the time (sadly, the costumes now spend more time on their hangars than on the kids. Brant isn't into dressing up).
It came to the point where I would look at them and no longer see Cheer Bear or the lion. I would just see my children, in their normal attire.
For his fifth birthday, Connor received a Spider-man costume. Well, I had thought he was particularly taken with the fuzzy headed lion, but I was wrong. He LOVED the spider-man costume. He was a super hero every day.
About a week later, I had a bunch of errands to run. So I buckled up Cheer Bear and Spider-man and off we went. At Target, I was feeling brave enough to try something on despite having three kids in tow, one of whom was a one-and-a-half year old. We walked up to the desk and the attendant gushed to me "Oh its my favorite care bear!!" I looked around me and at the solid color shirt in my hand. What on earth was she talking about? "I love Cheer Bear!" she says.
Ah ha! The light bulb flicked on. My daughter.
Returns to Target completed, we headed to the bank. Now of course the bank I was going to had no drive-thru. Once inside this bank, it was an open floor plan- no dividers or walls in sight. So we all trooped inside. By this point, Cheer Bear had decided she was tired of walking and the one-and-a-half year old was half asleep in my arms. Spider-man was somewhere behind me, I hoped.
It wasn't long before I was assured that he was indeed trailing behind; the lady behind the first desk squealed, "YIKES. Its Spider-man in the bank!!"
Later, I remembered being thankful that I didn't get embarrassed by that kind of attention, as every eye in the bank then watched our procession to the front counter. I just smiled at anyone who's eye I caught, and went about my business. What could I have said? They're kids. They're just expressing their individuality. I get a kick out of it!