My daughter had a little Halloween party at her preschool today and she was so excited about it that she could hardly sleep last night. She got to wear a costume to school and the parents came to the last half hour and joined the kids for a little buffet (My contribution sucked, but that’s neither here nor there. I brought string cheese. Another mom brought string cheese that looked like dismembered fingers. DAMN!). This is the first year that she has had any opinion about her costume and unfortunately the opinion has been changing every few days since early September. I thought we had settled on The Cat in The Hat but this morning she insisted on wearing the Captain Feathersword costume that we bought for her 6-year old boy cousin to potentially wear to the Wiggles concert last summer. It’s too big and it’s sort of boyish but she really, really wanted to wear it and she did look pretty darn cute. When I got to school I saw that the other little girls were dressed in little girl costumes: a princess, a mermaid, and a kitty cat witch. I left feeling a little sad that my kid didn’t want to be something cute and girly. I have no interest in perpetuating the gender stereotypes and forcing her into a box and I can’t stand Barbies and Disney princess obsessions but I can count on one hand how many times I have been able to get her hair into a ponytail. And all of those little plastic, Goody barrettes? The yellow ducks, the red bows, etc… Nope. But she’s her and I love her. A lot.
So as I was pondering this hair tragedy and the bizarre little peanut to whom I gave birth, I came across this photo online:
This is little 9-year old Noah Cyrus, Miley’s sister.
Ahoy there, me hearties. After seeing this, that polyester Captain Feathersword costume looks more beautiful to me than any zillion dollar couture gown in the entire world. Rock on, Junior Feathersword. In 6 years, and in 16 years, you will not be wearing a dress this short. Not under my roof.