We took Charlie to Build A Bear last weekend. ("We" is my sister, Elizabeth, Alexis, and myself.) My sister did this for Alexis for her first birthday, and for Elizabeth for several of hers when she was older. And before you get all butt hurt for Elizabeth, that was because it did not exist in Ohio for her first birthday, plus she was a poor college student back then and she had to spend what little money she had on necessities like cheap vodka, Pabst Blue Ribbon, Ramen noodles, and condoms.
It was fun to watch Charlie pick out the bear (actually, a doggie, that we oh so creatively named Doggie for her. We are a very inventive bunch, fo shure...) She had a very scientific method here that involved staring down the various animal skins (which really resembled bear skin rugs. I had a barely contained desire to spread them out in front of the various displays of BAB furniture that were around the store. I am sure that all of the parents that were there with their sweet innocent children would TOTALLY appreciate the humor in that...). She then would attempt to remove their eyeballs and pick their noses; if they passed this test then came the final exam of chewing on the ear. Only Doggie got that far, so I am assuming that there was some pretty stringent requirements that the various animals had to meet that only Doggie met. Picking out the outfit was easy though...much to my delight, she went right for the Tinkerbell outfit (I call her Princess Tinkerbell, which came from Princess Tink, which evolved from Princess Stinker, which came from Stinker, which came from her being completely uncooperative as a fetus during her non stress tests and ultrasounds. She definitely earned that nick name then.)
However, she now hates that outfit during bedtime. In fact, we had to remove it. Doggie is now naked. (As a side note, so is Alexis's Beary (notice the originality in naming?). I am not sure if this is something I should be concerned about with my children, but hey...look who their mother is. I used to sell sex toys, for God's sake.)
Isn't it funny about what kids get into their minds? I remember when I was younger someone talking about losing their temper. I vividly remember walking around our front yard, looking for what I thought was a snake-like creature. Elizabeth, when she was younger, once asked me why heaven had a gate around it. Turns out that all the times I pointed out the cemetery where my grandmother, her namesake was buried, and then told her later that she was in heaven, she thought that the cemetery was heaven. Alexis's first sentence was at the corner store, with Elizabeth and her best friend Jewel. We were having ice cream and Alexis turned to me and said, "I a big kid". I was confused, then asked her if she was a big kid because she was having ice cream. She grinned from ear to ear and nodded. So it totally follows that Charlie would be OK with her Doggie wearing its clothes during the day only. In some brand of kiddie logic, it makes sense.