Wonder Woman Takes Over Our House

So apparently we don’t have a three-year-old anymore. We have Wonder Woman. Sophie put on this costume Sunday morning and has literally not taken it off since. She’s worn it to Harris Teeter (where she informed the checkout lady that she could “lasso bad guys”), to daycare (where she tried to stop a playground argument with her “truth powers”), and to bed every single night.

Wonder Woman Takes Over Our House

I made this costume thinking it would be cute for Halloween trick-or-treating. I did NOT anticipate it becoming her entire identity. Yesterday she insisted on wearing it to story time at the library and spent the whole session sitting with perfect posture because “Wonder Woman has good manners.” The librarian asked if she was excited for Halloween and Sophie looked at her like she was crazy. “I AM Wonder Woman. Every day is Halloween.”

Marcus keeps asking when she’s going to get tired of it. I told him to stop asking stupid questions. This is our life now. We live with a superhero who demands apple slices cut into star shapes and refuses to walk anywhere because she “flies” everywhere. Honestly? I’m kind of jealous of her confidence.