I walked out of the room for less than 5 minutes, barely enough time to change into my p.j.s, and when I returned I was aghast. He somehow managed to wrangle her rubbery arms into a two-sizes-too-small dragon costume. To add insult to injury, she loved every minute of it.
There are a few activities between now and Halloween that call for dressing up. I figure the novelty of the dragon costume will have worn off by the time October 31st rolls around, but I am not holding my breath.