Yesterday, my kids opened a drawer in the dining room that was packed with retired bibs. They were sort of thrilled to see the bibs, as if they were old friends. When I realized we don’t use bibs whatsoever anymore, it seemed apparent what their future would be: stuffed animal capes.
Julian had a whole plan about how he was going to entertain younger children by flying these men around attached to a rope. He was not going to let the younger children touch the stuffed animals. (His plan was flawed.)
I was thinking I’d just put a star in the center of the bibs with a Sharpie, but the dictator Julian had a much more particular process in mind. Ultimately, we ended up with a wonder Pets-inspired look. I think a less costume-obsessed child would probably be ok with an unadorned bib.
