Yesterday I was the subject of such parental abuse. I was forced to wear a very large, very bright and very puffy pumpkin outfit. Mommy snuck it onto me while she was breastfeeding. One minute I was dressed in a very sleek and sophisticated all-black outfit. I thought I was going to be a Parisian artist of sorts for Halloween. The next thing I know, I am suffocating beneath the green leafy bits of an enormous pumpkin costume. She might as well have stuffed me into a pillow. And, don't even talk to me about the hat.
Okay, okay. I'm being overdramatic here. Once I realized what was happening, I decided to go with the flow and even grew quite fond of the costume after a while. It wasn't as sexy as the artist would have been, but it was pretty cute. I have to hand it to mommy - she really nails the "cute" look for me. And luckily for me, cute goes a long way with the ladies these days. However, when I am older, I will most likely turn to daddy for fashion consultations.
Mommy and I went to a Halloween party at my friend Aidan's house. Picture 16 babies, all under the age of 4 months, all dressed in absurd (but admittedly quite adorable) Halloween costumes, together in one room. It was quite a sight to see.
Later that day we went trick-or-treating down Fremont Street with M & D's friends Brian and Becca and their son Leo. I really didn't care much for trick-or-treating, perhaps because, one, it was raining and, two, I can't walk, but mommy still insisted on lugging me in the carrier from one house to the next. I think she just enjoyed having everyone swoon at the sight of the ridiculous-looking baby in the oversized pumpkin costume. Then she went home and ate all my candy. That's the last time I let mommy take me trick-or-treating.
Love,
WFT
Okay, okay. I'm being overdramatic here. Once I realized what was happening, I decided to go with the flow and even grew quite fond of the costume after a while. It wasn't as sexy as the artist would have been, but it was pretty cute. I have to hand it to mommy - she really nails the "cute" look for me. And luckily for me, cute goes a long way with the ladies these days. However, when I am older, I will most likely turn to daddy for fashion consultations.
Mommy and I went to a Halloween party at my friend Aidan's house. Picture 16 babies, all under the age of 4 months, all dressed in absurd (but admittedly quite adorable) Halloween costumes, together in one room. It was quite a sight to see.
Later that day we went trick-or-treating down Fremont Street with M & D's friends Brian and Becca and their son Leo. I really didn't care much for trick-or-treating, perhaps because, one, it was raining and, two, I can't walk, but mommy still insisted on lugging me in the carrier from one house to the next. I think she just enjoyed having everyone swoon at the sight of the ridiculous-looking baby in the oversized pumpkin costume. Then she went home and ate all my candy. That's the last time I let mommy take me trick-or-treating.
Love,
WFT
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