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Phoebe is, as you can see, going to be a lion for Halloween. She's going to be a lion because Mallory said for two months that she wanted to be Dorothy for Halloween, and we thought it would be cute to have a theme going on.

Of course this weekend Mallory decided that she did NOT want to be Dorothy, how dare we even SUGGEST the wearing of the Dorothy costume, any mention of her being Dorothy was cause for tears and shrieking.

So now she's going to be a ballerina. "I'm going to be the kind of ballerina who has a pet lion!" she said, helpfully.

In preparation for Phoebe's lionhood, we taught her how to roar on cue. It's very cute. But you should also know that last week it rained a lot, and so Phoebe has also learned to say "rain" when we pull her jacket hood up. I'm sure you all know where this is going: I put Phoebe's lion costume on, pulled up the hood, and said, "Phoebe, what does a lion say?"

And Phoebe said: "Rain!" Posted by Picasa

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MomofK9s said…
Well, Phoebe can have Chloe as her pet ballerina! The girls are so cute and I love the roar. We worked on it Thursday night when I came over to play dolls at your house! :-)
2:16 PM
Anonymous said…
I love that Phoebe is going to be a lion! Too bad about the theme. That would have been fun. We kind of have a theme: Rhett is a vampire and Noah is BATman. Ha!
2:32 PM
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