A couple months ago, I was lamenting to a friend (though I can’t remember WHO I was talking to) about Isabelle not wanting to re-wear her Halloween costume for Purim since it was too cumbersome. My friend suggested that Isabelle, who many people consider to be my “Mini Me” should dress like me and I should dress like her. I thought it was a genius idea. I could wear a purple shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a bow in my hair while Isabelle could wear all black (and no bow). I suggested it to Isabelle. She went for it.
Today was our community’s Purim Carnival. Isabelle and I did, indeed, trade places. She dressed in “black-black-black” so as to impersonate me and I dressed like her, complete with a purple bow in my hair. When Isabelle saw the bow she giggled and said, “You look silly, Mommy!” I felt pretty silly. But, hey, it’s Purim. If you can’t be silly on Purim, then when can you be?
Since you can’t see the hilarity of the purple bow in the Waterlogue of Isabelle and me, here’s a photo to help you envision how silly I looked (up-close):