The costume calls to you. It pleads with you. "Purchase me! Purchase me! Your darling little red-head will win the world over with this costume on. It was made for her! Convince your 9 year old son that he really does want to be a wolf for Halloween. It will all work out. Just get me while you can!"
So you march to the cash register. Because when the clothes talk...you must obey.
And it turns out, my son is actually stoked to be the grandma. THE GRANDMA. Can't wait to share the photos of the whole family.
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