Every parent brought their child to daycare today wearing a costume… except, um, me and the RRBB. Here’s the thing: he can’t walk. It would be me and the RRHB carting him around from door to door asking for candy. That we wouldn’t let him eat. But I did feel a twinge of regret this morning when I saw the cutie patooties all dressed up for fun at the daycare. Some of the older toddlers looked like they were actually going trick-or-treating around the building — I almost died it was so adorable.
So, instead, we gave the RRBB punk rock hair after his bath. In my humble opinion, at this moment, we have costumed him as Johnny Rotten just post Sex Pistols and right before the release of the still-thumping PIL.
Aw, a punk rock baby. Wish I had a video of him dancing to just about every single piece of music that floats by his ears, including the theme from Metro Morning at the ungodly hour of 6 AM.