Took my tiny child with me to the Halloween store. Walked in and immediately realized it would be a terrible mistake.
They had those jumpscare machine things everywhere, lots of spooky noise machines, scary looking animatronic things, crazy decorations, just the whole 9 yards and then some. I immediately went to turn around and leave when I heard a noise coming from my arms.
My one year old child who gets scared if we cough.... was laughing.
She makes this precious “eee!” sound and starts vibrating when she sees something she really likes, usually an animal or a balloon, and she points right at the big zombie thing by the door and does that. I carry her in past a huge 10 ft tall Pennywise inflatable, and she smacks me to tell me to stop so she can look. She ponders him for a moment, and his glowing light-up eyes, then points at his hand and shouts “BEEM!” Which is her word for “balloon.” She made us stand there under Pennywise for at least 3 minutes, which is a really long time for a one-year-old.
Then, she begs to get down, so I let her loose and she just books it all over the store. Finds the creepy demonic looking babies and shouts “BABY!” then gets this confused look on her face and tries to wipe the “dirt” off their faces. Decides it’s not worth it, goes and picks up a severed hand decoration, hands it to me and says “hand.” Yes, my dear, it is a hand. And yes, that severed foot has “toes,” you’re very right.
Finds the wigs, runs down the aisle shouting “hair! hair!” and grabbing her own sparse little headfuzz so hard I think she’s going to rip it all out. Then she found the speaker in the wall that was blaring Monster Mash and she demanded I pick her up so we could “DANSSSE”. But she got distracted by the big spider decorations, which she christened as dogs by running toward them and barking.
She ran up and down the aisles of costumes touching the fabric and making her little “tss tss tss” giggle that she does when she’s having Much Too Good a Time. Every so often she’d stop, look back to make sure I was there, and point at something and vibrate with her aggressive “EEEE!”
A man turned a corner wearing one of the creepy latex masks. He immediately started apologizing to me, saying “I’m so sorry, I’m looking for my friend, I don’t want to scare her.” Meanwhile my child is standing there looking up at him with the most confused look on her face. Not scared, just confused, like he is so dumb and she can’t figure out why he would want to make that stupid face for so long. But he rounds another corner all hunched over, she flaps her arms and sighs, and takes off to go scream at the creepy lawn decorations.
When it was time to go, nothing could convince her to come to me willingly, so I had to promise her one last look at the balloon man while I picked her up against her will. Pennywise placated her, and we left the store with a smile on her chubby little cheeks. She demanded we wait and watch the big inflatable-flailing-arm-tube-man out front, the one that was bright orange and had a jack-o-lantern face, and she bounced and wiggled and danced in my arms despite its fan being louder than the loud motorcycles that scare her on our walks. She waved bye-bye to it as we left for the car.
Basically, that was the cutest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life, and it’s so crazy how so many things are culturally taught and kids are just... immune to that. All she saw was bright colors and things she recognized and could name, in a place she could explore and touch. She has no concept of clowns being scary or zombies being A Thing or what constitutes “creepy” and “spooky” and “gross.” To her, a severed arm with gore hanging out the end doesn’t represent pain or violence, it’s just “arm,” and it’s got some weird stuff on the end that’s funny colors. They’re just things, there’s no context for it.
The world is weird and beautiful and it’s so cool to see it through the eyes of someone who is so New to this planet and hasn’t been influenced by society and culture yet.
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My husband and I are expecting our first child in two months and through out our relationship I have been very set on letting him have equal say on all things that matter. Now that we are having our first child I have left my husband to pick and choose what he likes. We are expecting a girl and he has had trouble finding the girl clothing options appealing and as such half the clothing items we end up buying are typically considered boys clothes such as dinosaur prints. His argument is that dinosaurs are cool no matter if you're a boy or a girl. Neutral clothing is often more expensive or a much smaller section in the baby options.
Please note that it's not that he wanted a boy. He's over the moon to be having a girl but he just feels a lot of the clothes are overly mature for babies, finding it hard to get behind the suggestive themes and styles just not meant for a child that young if for anyone.
While we feel that clothes are clothes, friends and family often complain. MIL complains that she can't buy anything because she doesn't know what theme we're going for. There isn't one. She says we are making it intentionally difficult. Others pull faces but try to be polite about it. Braver people tell us that girls don't wear dinosaurs, among the other boy options we have. Imagine the horror of a baby dressed in a lion decorated onesie.
Recently we've had some friends go out and buy the most aggressively feminine clothing items they can find, frills, shockingly pink, and silly words to boot. Think of those shirts that say "Sorry boys, no dating allowed." Just why? Some looks downright uncomfortable even for an adult and now I'm expected to dress my baby in it, such as baby shoes with heels. They can't even walk yet. The friends smiled sweetly and mentioned that I've been too soft hearted on my husband and shouldn't let him have so much free reign with the baby clothes.
How are so many people stuck in the 1020s.
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