I’m beginning to think I missed out on a good childhood, because my father never dressed up as anything, ever.
Well, actually, there was one time the three of us helped him get all dolled up in a morning coat for some Royal hootenanny or the other. But he never dressed up for *us*. Woe…deprivation. He was kind of adorable in tails. Man, if he’d had to wear a top hat, that’d have made everything perfect.