A little bit of a let down, for sure. But after a quick trip back home (who carries spare pants & underwear for a 3 year old?), we went off to dinner and Gimaldi's oven-baked pizza. Alexander insisted on wearing a costume. No problem. He also doesn't let the costume define who he is, so he likes to mix and match. Today, he was IronMan, in a Jedi robe, wielding a colt revolver. Cool, yea?
Well, that's what i though until a troubling idea jumped in my brain. While we were waiting for the pizza, i noticed an interesting paradox. My son was hanging out, in a costume, wielding a gun, in front of a bank!