So let me get this straight. You want my 3 foot body to walk down that 15 foot dark path with blinking lights shining in my face, stop and smile at the photographer all because I am wearing this brightly lit up ensemble that makes me look like Santa Claus bumped into the easter bunny holding an open can of paint. Then you expect me to turn around if I haven't fallen flat on my face already and re-walk that path without incident.
That's all part of the parenting process. As parents we must put our kids into funny clothes because our parents did something similar to us and then force them to face semi quasi dangerous situations everyday. And if we take away the stage and do it to you everyday it is no longer called a fashion show. It's called...