I’ve been waffling on what kind of Halloween costume my daughter should wear this Halloween.
It’s probably the last Halloween where I can freely pick a costume for her without her input, although I have to say that outside of liking twirly skirts, she isn’t all that demanding in the clothing department. I have a penchant for wanting her to be literary characters, so I was sort of leaning that direction. But nothing really felt right.
People often comment on how angelic my daughter looks. She has very big, bright blue eyes, with incredibly long lashes.
Looks can be deceiving.
Since in the past two days she has broken one of our screen doors and locked herself in the bathroom, as well as her various temper tantrums and general all-around demanding-ness, the perfect costume came to me.
My daughter will be a devil.
Oh, the cutest devil you ever did see, but a devil nonetheless.
Hey, my husband and I need some laughs, I assure you.