Perhaps I need a new category called "More Proof That My Mother is Insane." Until then, get a peek at this cruel and unusual punishment.
So, Mom (and Dad, actually--he is not completely innocent) buy me this costume in which I look like a dog.
And, I am trying to crawl around and be a baby. I mean, I do have jet lag, after all.
But, Mom keeps following me around with the camera, laughing! Laughing at me in this stupid looking costume. I feel like the kid from A Christmas Story--not that I've seen it, mind you. I mean, I wasn't even born last Christmas or last Halloween, thank God.
Although, something tells me that my Mother dressed me up somehow even though I was still in her tummy . . .
Anyway, let me hang my head in embarassment.