This, after MANY talks about what fun it would be to dress up as Woody from Toy Story. I fear those sweet Toy Story days are over. The Force is now with us for probably the rest of our lives.
If that costume looks a tad too big, it's because it totally is. I couldn't find one in the younger boys (read: sweet baby boy) section. So this is going to fit him for a few years.
Joy!
The Girl tried to pick out a costume too, but she just wasn't "feeling it" today as we looked. She brought home a Batgirl costume, but we have already returned it.
I don't even know what prompted her to want to be Batgirl except she kept saying she really liked her boots. They were tall, black patent leather.
I know the feeling.
So instead of fighting off all evil in the neighborhood with her brother, she tackled a project with Daddy that she was hoping he wouldn't change his mind on when he offered it in the first place. Somehow the kids got Hubby talked into letting them "help" him paint the garage. The Girl was ecstatic at the opportunity to get messy.
The Little Man could only be swayed into battling unknown forces for so long, then he too was lured into the thrill of getting totally messy.
Just look at their coverage!
Here they are practicing a method that Hubby was trying to get them to perfect so that they didn't load their brushes up with too much paint.
I think I prefer this look much more than the Darth Vader costume.
Those cheeks should never be covered up by some silly mask!
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