Pursed Lips

Busy because my disabled son is about to move from a group home to a supportive independent living program. So there’s been a lot of phone and paperwork, as well readying for the physical move. Wedged into all of that: My daughter had her wisdom teeth out. The surgery went without a hitch and she’s recovered well with little physical pain, but the first twelve hours were rough. The general anesthesia they used and painkillers they prescribed were a little too rough for her, and she spent too much time with an upset stomach that ended in a bout of vomiting late the first evening.

As all this came and went, both kids converged over the idea of attending a local multi-platform fan convention next month with the intent to engage in Cosplay. (Sounds like a misdemeanor, the way I worded it.) Because my daughter borders on petite and my son is clearly of Michael Jordan stature, they considered teaming up in their costuming and using that height differential in their character portrayals. But in browsing ideas, my daughter came across a lot of furries. You know, these kind of guys:

I’m sure she’s not into pimpin’ furries, but in talking about furries the conversation verged into… well, you know, furverts.

Of course, right now, my daughter and I have our own new plushie infatuation, so we should talk. We just received promotional “Baileys” a la the recent Travelers Insurance commercial about lucky rabbits’ feet and the “science” of reattachment. We’re just ga-ga over our little plushies.

But back to Cosplay. As it stands right now, I’m encouraging the kids to go as Sen and No Face from Spirited Away. (If I’m to help make costumes last minute, they damn well better be easy ones.) They’re considering it, but I hope my daughter doesn’t ever opt for something like this cat suit/bondage dress goodie. (Aeon Flux?)

If I have to tie the rope dress for her, I’ll get “how do you know how to do that?” Which means I got off easy when we were talking about furverts.