Except, you know:
Pride goeth before a fall
(and all that.)
So driving home yesterday, E wanted to discuss her Halloween costumes. As in: she is outlining A Grand Plan. Mama: are you listening? This year I'm going to be the Tooth Fairy and next year I'm going to be a regular fairy and then I'm going to be a princess and then I'm going to be a ballerina and then I'm going to be an acrobat and then I'm going to be a police lady and then I'm going to be a superhero and then I'm going to be a monster! Rawrrr!! And then I'm going to be a dinosaur and then I'm going to be a butterfly and then I'm going to be a robot and then I'm going to be a....Mama, what else is there to be?
"Well, love, you can be anything. You don't need to be a kind of person or a kind of animal. You can be anything you want."
"Sure. One year when I was a kid I was a tube of toothpaste."
[True story. My dad had an off-white winter hat whose ribbed knit reminded me of a toothpaste cap. So my mom helped me copy the Crest logo onto an old pillowcase and voila! I was toothpaste. Kids these days and their whole Halloween pop-up stores filled with costumes probably made in China...I tell you...]
Toothpaste!! That's so silly!! I can be anything? I can be anything!! Okay, Mama. So next year I don't want to be a regular fairy. I want to be...a ceiling!!
I gave a vague response and changed the subject. She brought it up again while we were driving home tonight. Mama, next year I'm going to be a ceiling for Halloween!
I verified: "a ceiling?" Yes!
I double-checked: "a ceiling? Like the top of a room?"
I had dared to infer that she might not know the word. I awoke her wrath. Yes! A ceiling! I know what a ceiling is! I want to be able to look down on everybody! That's my next-year costume!
She will remember coming up with this idea, because the child does not forget anything. This is clearly my fault. I should have said "you can be anything you want that can be represented vertically." Lesson learned.
So you and me, we have about 12.5 months to figure out:
how am I satisfactorily going to make her a ceiling costume?