That time I ask my daughter what she wanted to wear and she said “My Wonder Woman Outfit!”

That time I ask my daughter what she wanted to wear and she said “My Wonder Woman Outfit!”

As we got ready for bed, I asked my daughter what she wanted wear the next day.

“My Wonder Woman outfit!”

“Okay,” I said.

And we let her.

She went through her day wearing her outfit, an outfit given to her from her grandparents.

From vacation bible school in the morning, through her birthday party at Chuck E Cheese in the afternoon, until bath time later in the evening.

She was Wonder Woman.

And she wore it confidently.

Why is it children can do that and adults can’t?

Why do adults need Comic-Con to be able to dress the way they really want to dress?

Why is it children laugh several hundred times a day?

And adults laugh like five times.

Five.

What have we done to ourselves that we can’t wear Wonder Woman, Superman, Star Trek, or Chewbacca outfits?

I had a principal once, pretty much insist I wear a tie. He couldn’t make me. But he came close.

I taught first grade at the time. I worked with six and seven year olds. And I was supposed to wear a tie.

A tie.

Never mind I already wore brown dress shoes, khaki pants, and blue shirts.

I wasn’t quite there. I needed to wear a tie.

Ties cut off blood flow to the brain, and they raise the body temperature.

But I needed that tie for working with six year olds.

Six year olds need someone around them all day who wears a tie.

If it were up to me I would wear shorts and an Empire Strikes Back t-shirt.

(Because Empire is the best Star Wars movie.)

And then we would learn to read, add, subtract, and sing.

But alas, I’m not in charge.

But I’m working on it.

The world I want for my child and other children is to still be able to dress as Wonder Woman, or Superman, when they are adults. And I want them to be excited to dress up.

In that world, if my daughter wants to be Wonder Woman.

Then she shall be Wonder Woman.