Mommy picked the clothes, Mr. S picked the helmet. He might be small but he sure has opinions about things, and today it was wearing the helmet, inside for a long time. The saddest part of the whole thing is that not five minutes after the helmet came off, he walked into a wall so hard that he fell down, poor man.
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I need a skeleton costume.
Just. Like. This one.
Oh my gawsh, he's so squeezable...
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