did it become socially unacceptable to don a size 24 month Minnie Mouse hoodie, slap a tattoo on your hand, and run around in your underwear all the live long day? Probably my favorite thing about 3-year-olds is their, um, originality (read: weirdness) and complete lack of inhibitions. This way-too-small jacket was the source of much fun for a few days, and I was actually sad when she stopped insisting that we call her Minnie and that I was Mickey and Daddy was Donald and Stu, oh Stu, got to be Daisy Duck. We've moved on to other pretend games (Disney Princesses! Big puppy/little puppy! Names made up for every family member that are complete and utter jibberish!), but the jacket just MADE that whole game.