close your eyes

i can't think of a more amusing sight than the sight of my two-year-old daughter greeting me at the door after a long day, dressed as a ladybug. the black leggings, the spotted shell, the wings, the antennae, the whole nine yards. i assume it's her halloween costume, although i've yet to confirm that hypothesis with my wife. you see, we live in the type of household where a two-year-old child dressed as a flying insect doesn't necessarily raise any eyebrows. truth be told, my kid absolutely loves to dress up in costumes. princess costumes. pumpkin costumes. witch costumes. you name it, she's worn it. why, give that kid a magic wand and even a herd of charging buffalo couldn't pry that stick free from her hands. now to be honest, i'm not really sure why my kids, two today and seven before her, seem so fascinated by the thought of throwing on a strange costume and taking on the identity of someone else. maybe it has something to do with the eternal desire to see the world through another's eyes, if only for a few moments.

"do you remember what you told me once? that every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around." - vanilla sky (2001)

r.i.p.