So I took the Dictator to a birthday party yesterday afternoon.
It was a great birthday party. A princess fairy birthday party where all the kids got to leave with little fairy wings.
After the party, The Dictator and I were walking along when we ran into a friend of mine, who was heading to a nearby park, with her two kids.
So, The Dictator, wearing her fairy wings, and I decided to go along as well.
Now, my friend's little boy was carrying a fishing rod to the park (Because, as parents, we all know that sometimes our kids just refuse to leave the house without certain things.)
The other day, The Dictator refused to go to the grocery store without carrying her stuffed bunny rabbit, her stuffed cat, and her stuffed pony, plus a chapstick - how exactly do their brains work? - all in this Easter basket. I know. I know.
So, they we were. The Dictator wearing fairy wings and the little boy carrying a fishing rod. I said to my friend, "Can you imagine what people are thinking about us right now?"
The truth is, if you're a parent, you simply understand that sometimes your kids just refuse to take off their costumes and need to carry a fishing rod - even though there's not a lake in sight, and it's not Halloween.
For example, Saturday morning I took the Dictator out for pancakes at Phil's (They make good pancakes - if you live in Calgary, you know what Phil's is.)
A little boy walked past the window, at 8:30 a.m., wearing a superman costume. I was like, "Yup. I get that." I didn't find it strange at all.
Kids will be kids, and sometimes kids just feel like wearing a superman costume out of the house, instead of their clothes.
And, I'm pretty sure, for the next week or so anyway, that my little gal will be wearing her fairy wings wherever we go.