Monday, September 7, 2009
This year, Bob insists on being a bee for Halloween. I of course hold Jeff responsible for this.
I have suggested other more butch big boy costumes to steer Bob away from this choice, knowing that when he becomes a surly 13-year-old he will look back on photos of himself as a darling bee and blame his mother for dressing him this way. I also understand that this is ridiculous and I should be ecstatic that our baby wants to look like a tiny stuffed animal this year. Next year, I‘m sure we’ll have a Ninja on our hands.
But anyway, my dear older Bob of the future, believe that I tried. This is my proof. Please address all complaints to your father.