It started out innocently enough last Thursday. He wanted to be a chimney sweep. Not just any chimney sweep. He was very specific. He wanted to be "Dick Van Dyke acting the part of Burt, the chimney sweep" from Mary Poppins. Okay then.
The next day was the same. As was the next. He played with his little brother but "as a chimney sweep" only. We went out to a restaurant. We went to a few stores. We went about our normal business except that for the last six days I have had a chimney sweep for a son. Soot and all.
On all these outings, only one person questioned us while we were in line at a kid's clothing store exchanging something. A woman in line next to us nearly collapsed from concern and asked me, "Did he fall down? What are all the bruises on his face from?" I swear she was reaching for her cell phone, ready to call Child Protective Services. "Uh, what?" I'm so completely used to life with a chimney sweep that I was confused and actually looked at my other (clean as a whistle) child first, thinking he probably did have a bruise or two from falling down. Then finally I explain, "Oh, he is dressed up like a chimney sweep. That is soot." The woman laughs with relief.
He makes a mean batch of molasses cookies, which we now have dubbed "Soot Cookies" forever.
Do you let your kids dress up and go places? What was the wildest outfit that was paraded in public?