From a Washington Post story published November 3, 2004, by Marjorie Williams headlined “The Halloween of my dreams”:

I was the one who insisted on the body glitter. Normally, you understand, I am a mother who pulls her daughter’s shirt down and tucks it into her waistband every morning to keep her from showing her navel to the whole third grade. I make her scrub the supposedly water-soluble unicorn tattoos off her cheeks before she goes to school. I court her wrath by refusing to buy the kids’ fashions that seem designed to clothe tiny hookers.