There was no wavering.
No…I’ll be this or that.
Our daughter had ‘cat’ on the brain. And couldn’t wait to pounce on her brother or prowl the neighborhood in her new cat suit.
There was also this one.
Who mentioned on Monday he wanted to be a Lego.
Which meant he might have gotten the most last-minute, home-made costume of anybody.
And which–once he scraped his way into the thing–hardly mattered.
So here they are. Pre-stomach ache.
The cat and the Lego.
And…the Lego and cat with cousins.