I tend to always assume the worst, and that has turned into a strength when envisioning costumes. Despite having a generally agreeable dog, I know to test-drive ideas before committing to them. For Inside Out, I would have fought against my youngest being Sadness if I knew she would refuse to wear glasses (an essential accessory) without crying, but thankfully, she loved them. For that year, too, I wanted my kids to have colored hair. Wigs would be easy, I thought, but when I had them don one for a few minutes, I realized that, oh God no, my kids don't like wigs. It took a few attempts at different colored hair waxes and nontoxic temporary sprays before we found one they'd tolerate. And, even then, after donning our costumes for a neighborhood Halloween event, they opted out of having their hair colored the next night for trick-or-treating.
