Okay, not really. She was supposed to be Mary Tyler Moore, or a stray Caucasian extra from the Foxy Brown movies, but neither the shag wig nor the afro wig would stay on her head, which is to say, the small person in question pulled said wigs off of her head every time I tried to put them on (which, admittedly, I did while laughing at her, which she didn’t appreciate. No Mommy laughing!!!)

So she just ended up thusly, a tiny person in a polyester lounge suit (fabricated in Montreal in 1973, according to the label.) She wanted to wear a squashed little porkpie hat with the outfit, but that just made her look a wee, demented Mr. Furley, and I thought that it was probably more poetic that she do her first trick-or-treating excursion dressed as her mother, circa the mid-seventies:

The problem with a costume like this is that, in the city, you could very well come across some kid dressed like this by their hipster parent, which means that not everybody gets that it’s a costume. Again, one or the other of the wigs would have helped, but the child has a hair aversion, obviously, and so we were left with this look, which is either a) very avant-garde children’s wear, or b) an obscurely-referenced Halloween costume. The little old Portuguese ladies on my street didn’t care. They just shouted look at handsome leetle boy! and gave her extra candy. So, you know, it all worked out for the best.