I'm assuming that's a baby boy.

A baby boy who, years from now, will be bringing a nice girl home to meet his mama. Mama and the girl will hit it off beautifully, and Mama will say, "Oh, did Timmy ever tell you about the modeling he did when he was a baby? Here, let me show you..."

Poor Tim. His anguished scream could be heard for miles.

Reminds me of Ralphie in "A Christmas Story".

I thought the WHOLE POINT of having kids was so you can dress them up in humiliating costumes. No?

Maybe put a Red Rider BB gun in his hands instead of a carrot?

AAHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY EYES! MY EYES!

(sputter sputter sputter)

(sigh)

What has been seen can not be unseen.

bitch.

Dang it Amy! I'm now jonesing hard for a Cadbury Creme Egg. It will take the rest of the day to get that craving out of my mind.
But that right there is some squeee-worthy cuteness.

Cute, but Easter isn't a costume holiday.

"Cute, but Easter isn't a costume holiday."

Tell that to my daughters when they were younger, after my mom made adorable matching Easter dresses for them.

Cute, but Easter isn't a costume holiday.

Right because easter is all about how the rabbit

Who may or may not be chocolate and creme filled

Craps out hardboiled multicolored eggs around your yard

To help kids understand the miracle of Jesus' reserection

Which was for an odd reason stopped half way thru the process of giving him a perfect body

So that his diciples, who could not recognise his face(why?!?!?) if their immortal souls depended on it

After having not seen it for less than 36hrs

(becuase children three days doesnt mean 72hr under Jewish Law)

But they could recognise the holes where nails were hammered thru his hands

(disregard the bilogical fact that if the nails had gone thru his hards the weight of his body would have shreaded the flesh from the center of his hand to the space between his fingers)

And the stab wound in his side

(which though made between the ribs with the tip of a spear became large enough to stick your whole hand in)

Makes total sense, not one thing strange about any part of that holiday clebration

Tell that to my daughters when they were younger, after my mom made adorable matching Easter dresses for them.

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There's a difference between dressing up and wearing a costume. Most of us wouldn't wear a chicken suit to a fancy restaurant.

"Cute, but Easter isn't a costume holiday."

It's a damned shame every day's not a "costume holiday". I'd be tickled to see people dressed as they do for DragonCon at work.

Instead, we have noses turned up at people who don't have short hair and camo or a college logo, and talk about their church.

I enjoy showing such noses what a good, educated citizen looks like.