Anyone who knows us knows that my third child loves her cow costume. During my stint as a SAHM she would wear this costume for days on end. But all good things have their season and recently I have begun to see the run of the "moo" coming to a potentially tragic end.
Halloween was a success. Afterward I was going to donate the costume to charity but for some reason I couldn't part with it. I often throw costumes in the dress up bin to get reused during imaginative play on the non-Halloween days. I was conflicted because the cow costume was 12 months and I figured she would have grown out of it before we had a chance to dress up in it again. Nevertheless I kept it and when she started walking and talking she began wanting to wear the costume.
That costume endured illnesses & potty training mishaps, trips to the grocery store, blog filming, extreme summer heat, and cold school morning drop offs. I never fought her on "her moo". It was hers. In fact it was the only thing that was just hers because I forbade her older sisters from touching it. No one did. They respected "her moo"... It was hers.