Cleo went as a lamb. I was mutton dressed as lamb. Okay, a mama sheep. Very close.
This afternoon, as I was singing her to sleep for her nap, we had this exchange:
Cleo: "Next Howlaween, I want to dress up as Dark Vader, okay?"
Me: "Um, sure, sweetie. That's fine" (pause) "Do you know someone who dressed up as Darth Vader this year?"
Cleo, breathily, impressed: "Ian!"
So, there you go. Innocent lamb one minute, wooed by the dark side (boys!) the next. Babyhood is quite definitely over.