Yesterday we had a combined birthday party for Teresa and Katie. Teresa's birthday was a week ago and Kate's is in another few weeks. So, in order to make things easier for everyone, but mostly us, we just combine their big party. One of Katie's gifts was a pink power ranger costume. Now she's aware of the power ranger's existance, because her cousin R is a huge fan, but has never really watched it herself. This costume, however, was the first thing she wanted to put on this morning. And you know what, she knew exactly what to do. I had barely finished velcroing the back when she started karate chopping and hiya-ing all over the place. She even put the mask on for a bit but prefered dueling imaginary badguys sans headdress. Here she is in action
She put it back on a few minutes ago and was busting some more killer moves before coming to me in tears. Apparently the buckle came off but this was how she phrased things, "Mumma, this fell off my titty belt" Tee! Hee! Hee! Hee! Hee! I feel like such a teenage boy giggling over it but can't help myself. And not to worry, I was able to repair her utility belt and she has returned to her superhero heroics.