Wardrobe to Waddler B

I do love the Emerald City.  I love that they send the little angel home almost every day with craft projects. I love that she gets to go next door to the library for story hour on Wednesdays and goes to chapel to see some singing lamb and gets to play musical instruments with her back-up band.  I love that they give her love and Play-doh and try their hardest not to make her hair look like There's Something About Mary with the barrette, even though last night her bangs were sticking straight up like a bad Dippety-Do ad in Seventeen magazine circa 1989.

But people, stop with the dressing up all the time.

First there was "Harvest Day," which was The Emerald City's response to that damn pagan holiday in October.  The little angel was supposed to dress up as a farmer or her favorite vegetable. We forgot all about it, since she was up partying all night and we barely dressed ourselves as our Favorite Employed People in time for work.

Then, there was the Thanksgiving party. I did remember to send along turkey stickers, but forgot to dress her appropriately. 

Now I'm staring at a note saying they will be celebrating the Day of the Young Reader tomorrow.  She is supposed to dress up as a character from her favorite book. Then, probably to stop people like me from making up characters like "little angel goes to daycare," they are supposed to bring along the accompanying book.  Good grief.  I don't sew!  The little angel does not have a wardrobe of animal costumes!  Hello?  I just sent the damn turkey stickers LAST WEEK!  Stop the insanity.

So I'm thinking about dressing her in all brown and sending along her trusty copy of Everyone Poops.  What do you think?