When I was maybe 9 and Dale was 4, I loved to dress him in girl's clothes. Several times I dressed him up and created a wig. The wig was my crocheted hat with fur around the face. I turned it around so the fur was around the neck, creating the illusion that it was curly hair of a girl coming out from under the little hat. I took him by the hand and we went door to door in our close knit neighborhood. We would knock on a door and I would say to my neighbors,"I would like for you to meet my little sister" They all played along and invited us in. We would sit in the livingroom and chat and then cookies and coke would be offered. So it went, house to house, until we couldn't eat anymore. Dale put up with this for awhile and then pulled off the hat and ran off. Maybe this was the beginning of his love for costumes?