Costume Fight

It's Purim again. Our answer to Mardi Gras, Carnivale, and Pancake Tuesday. Of course we have our own story (they tried to kill us, we won, lets eat). We get the carnival bit in by saying we have to rejoice until we no longer know the difference between the Good Mordechai and the Wicked Haman. Yes we are ordered to get drunk. Not everything in an ancient religion is 100% politically correct. :~) And because we are striving for this state of confusion, it's traditional to dress up in fancy dress costumes. 

I awoke to my facebook home page full of photos of everybody's gorgeous little darlings looking ridiculously cute as they dressed up for their school and kindergarten Purim Parades. My status read like this....

Big fight this morning, "I don't want to be a strawberry!" Got out the dressing up bag and offered her a ballerina, a bride, a fairy. "No! No! No! I don't want to dress up! I don't want to go to school!" Me: "You're going to school, do you want to wear ordinary clothes and be the only one not in a costume? You can if you want to." DD: Ok, I'll wear the strawberry skirt and the t-shirt but I'm not wearing the hat or the leaves!" Me: "Fine."

We were given the strawberry costume weeks ago and DD said she wanted to wear it. I have been telling her that if she wants something else she needs to tell me so we can buy it (I'm not even going to pretend that it crossed my mind to make a costume). Up until this morning, half an hour before we had to leave the house, she was fine with the strawberry.

Totally disinterested in Purim

On another note. This is my fourth Purim since I started the blog. There really isn't much to add from previous years and we are experiencing cold stormy weather so there wasn't as much jollity out on the streets as there usually is. Here are my posts from past Purims. Reading back, I see that dressing up has never been DD's favourite thing to do. At least I didn't end up crying this year.