Somebody didn’t want to be a clown for Halloween:
Notice the tears. I don’t know what his problem was…his dad wore the same costume back in the 80’s!
So we went to Plan B:
Apparently he didn’t want to be a frog either. He might have just been mad that I crammed his size 5 feet into newborn socks…what…pain is beauty right?
Thankfully after a snack and the tiniest taste of a milky way, someone decided to cooperate for a bit: