It was not an easy road, my friends. In addition to all the issues with the costume that I mentioned in my last post, I'd forgotten to mention that the jumpsuit was completely sheer. And do you know that it is IMPOSSIBLE to find baby long johns this time of year?
Consequently, after fruitlessly searching everywhere for plain white boy’s pants that were thin enough to fit under the Elvis costume, out of sheer desperation, I ended up with these very manly pants.
(Don’t worry! I cut off the NUMEROUS FLUFFY RUFFLES.)
Finally, the moment of truth was here. We grabbed T and dressed him in the
girls’ leggings masculine white pants and an undershirt, and with bated breath, put the costume on.
Do you remember how it looked before?
I’m proud to say that it now fit him perfectly.
He got into character quite well.
Although, given my penchant for dressing up…
And the various costumes I’ve dressed him in before, oftentimes for no discernible reason whatsoever…
I call this one “Ari Gold.”
This is "Typical New Jersey Guy."
His actual Purim costume last year.
…I suppose that I shouldn’t be surprised at how well he took to becoming The King. I’m also happy to say that THIS King has much better eating habits than his namesake. A few moments ago, he toddled into the dining room and saw me unpacking our baskets of Purim treats from friends.
He took one look at the pile, and asked me for the orange.
Atta boy, Elvis.