Madeline doesn't have this vest but she has a pink sweatshirt with similar dark faux fur around the hood. The sweatshirt is no longer available at Gap.com and I'm too lazy to take a picture of hers right now so this will have to suffice. Consider it Exhibit A.
Being her mama's daughter, Madeline was scared of the fur and wouldn't wear it for several weeks. She warmed up to it once I convinced her it wasn't alive and wouldn't eat her face.
But this morning, I opened the dryer to pull out a load of her clothes, saw the fur peeking out from behind her jeans and screamed.
And screamed and screamed. Slammed the dryer shut. Raced up the stairs to protect my child from any other possible creatures in our house.
All I could think was, "My irrational fear just came true!"
Then I remembered, an hour earlier, I jumped a little while pulling her sweatshirt from the basket and into the washer. And jumped again when I transferred it from the washer to the dryer.
I felt like five-second Tom with an intense fear of rodents.
And I say I don't overreact....