I mean, a lamb and his shepherd. HELLO.
A.'s aunt actually gave us this jacket when Cubby was born. Not as a Halloween costume, but just because . . . well, it's a lamb jacket. OF COURSE she got it for him.
It was WAAAY too big when she gave it to us, of course. But in a wonderful twist of fate, fits perfectly now. So when I remembered we had this fleecy jacket, I figured all I needed to do was pin some ears on the hood. Then I pulled it out and realized there were already ears on it. Handy!
So then I thought maybe I'd just make a little tail to pin on the seat of his pants. But this morning when I put the jacket on Cubby, I saw it has a tail on it.
Well then! So all I had to do was pull some black socks over his hands, rub a little black eyeliner on his nose (might as well get some use out of it, since I never actually wear it myself) and TA DA! World's Cutest Lamb. That we will not be bringing to the butcher.
No, the irony was not lost on us. But Cubby's costume was Meant To Be this year. Next year I might have to actually expend some effort on a costume for him. But I won't worry about that now. I'll worry about it next year.