I've never had a great imagination. I would much rather research and write a report based on fact than write a short story based on fiction. Maybe that is why I encourage Ben's infatuation with dressing up. Who am I to hinder his imagination? For now, I let him wear whatever he wants. Even out of the house.
This is what he wore to pick up Emily from school one day last week.
This was his outfit on Monday to get Emily.
And he put together this costume today. It's actually green dinosaur thermal underwear and it's 78 degrees outside. Do I care? Nope. He said he was a green power ranger.
The first time he wore the Batman mask to Costco I thought everyone was going to be looking at him (and me) like we were crazy. But the truth was, nobody really cared. We got a lot of smiles from elderly folks and a few people called him Batman. And he eats it up. He loves the attention.
In the fall, he will start preschool. I'll pick out a regular shirt and pants every day for him and he will wear it. But for now, I let him wear what he wants. He'll be told what he can and can't do for the rest of his life.
For now, he can just be Ben....
and Batman, and Green Power Ranger, and Mr. Incredible, and Superman, and Spiderman, and Red Power Ranger, and Robin, and Super Why, and a dinosaur, and the Riddler, and a witch, and Buzz Lightyear, and Lightning McQueen, and Captain America...