my dear Kaylin,
You are such a character, a Disney character to be exact. By the tender age of 2 that corporation of mass marketing had you firmly in their three fingered, white gloved grasp. At 3, your world of pretend and make believe keeps us on our toes. From day to day we just don't know who'll you'll be or who we'll be, as you insist we also play in character. Mowgli? Simba is that you? These personalities we can tell by your distinct lack of costume. Before that, life was swimmy when you went by Nemo, I was Dorrie, and the role of Marlin was played by your father. Increasingly you prefer to be a princess. Sleeping Beauty is your favorite. When in Princesslalaland you address your dad and I as King and Queen, and you will answer only to Sleeping Beauty, unless you change your mind of course and decide you are Belle. Your Dad is the Beast to your Beauty. I am the crab to your mermaid (your dad just loves that one).
I bought the the Dumbo costume years before you were born and I've tried many times to put you in it. You know for a photo shoot or for halloween. But you would have none of it. Your reaction to the prospect of doning the hideous elephant carcass was akin to how a normal person would react to electroshock therapy or paper cuts. Then a funny thing happened while I was away, ironically at Disneyland, you saw the movie Dumbo for the 2nd time and you became one with the flying elephant. When I returned, instead of giving you the Little Mermaid costume I brought home I pulled out the old Dumbo ensemble. Old Walt did some kind of subliminal magic on your little brain because suddenly that costume is the most amazing thing ever and I'm the coolest mom ever for presenting it to you. You've been the happiest little paciderm ever since. Ariel can wait.