Cat-itude
For the past two years, the dotter has been a horsie at Halloween. This year, however, in a break from tradition, she decided she wanted to be a kitty cat.
So I scoured the interwebs for cute cat costumes. The problem, of course, is that what I thought of as “cute” was not what she thought of as “cute”.
There were some really spiffy kitty cat costumes available on eBay–handmade, boutiquey things. Tiger-y. Leopard-y. Trimmed with feather boas or faux fur. I liked them.
The dotter didn’t. She said, “Find a good kitty cat costume!” Stifling a wounded, “But I thought these were ‘good’ costumes!”, I resorted to Mr. Google and various costume houses on the ‘net. I carefully favorited a bunch of different cat costumes for kids (no “sexy cat lady” here!), then called the dotter into the office for her to judge them.
These weren’t “spiffy” kitty cat costumes, but they also weren’t too bad.
She saw this one first. She said, “I want that one!” I said, “Now, dear, you need to look at some more, y’know. You might find one you like better.” “No. I want that one.” But, being a mom, I forced her to sit through about ten different cat costumes, to which I got commentary like, “Ew, no.” Or, “Boooring.” Or, “That’s a cat?! Mommy, that’s not a cat. That’s a dog. Or something.”
Do you detect signs of a teen-in-the-making?
Anyway, she was delighted with the cat costume. She got to wear it at her kindy Halloween party. She got to wear it at after-school care. She got to wear it to the Trick-or-Treat Town at school. She got to wear it t-or-ting. She went to school this morning with the kitty cat face still on, and the kitty cat ears.
But this morning, in the dark car on the way to before-school care, her voice came out of the back: “Mommy?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Mommy, I want to be a horse next Halloween.”
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