You can dress them up in ridiculous outfits and make them wear stupid hats and they can't stop you.
This is seriously brilliant and almost makes nine months of misery and a barbaric labour worthwhile in itself.
Rory was 6 months old for his first Christmas and we made him wear a Christmas pudding hat for the entirety of December, an act that's possibly as close to child abuse as you can get without actually being illegal. It was pre-meditated and everything. We didn't just find a laughable hat in a shop and buy it on the spur of the moment. No. I made my mum scour the internet for a Christmas pudding hat knitting pattern and then begged her to make it (I can't knit. Get serious). He looked furious but it was oh so worth it for the 'ahhhh' factor from passing old ladies.
We decided to make him pose in it so we could put a photo of him in with our Christmas cards for family. This was the result:
See? Isn't that the cutest thing ever? Doesn't he look happy to be wearing his novelty Christmas knitwear?
OK, I admit it, getting that photo took around 300 attempts. This is how he looked in the other 299:
BWAHAHAHAHAAAAAA. Next stop: reindeer jumper.