What a quiet Halloween. Only a handful of trick-or-treaters were out and about. The frigid air and the fact that this is a school night were major factors, but still… it makes me wonder if kids were spreading the word to skip the green house on the right because of the crappy Play Doh.
Here are the obligatory costume pictures.
A3 as a cheerleader and A2 as a butterfly. A1’s friend as a medieval maiden and A1 as Cleopatra.
I’ve sufficiently gorged on chocolate and other candy deemed “unsafe” for children and thus removed from their annual haul. Between the caffeine and sugar there should be some strange dreams happening tonight.
Tasha was suitably attired to help greet the holiday revelers.
Okay, so she really didn’t like the costume and she ran away mortified. As compensation for this short-lived indignity she received turkey . All is forgiven and her arm is draped over my foot as I type this. Still, I wonder if one of Dante’s rings in Hell is reserved for people who dress up their animals or carry them around in purses, etc.
Speaking of animals. One of my younger Halloween visitors was dressed as the most adorable little pirate ever. Both of her parents proudly accompanied her. While kneeling down so she could choose her treats a movement behind the girls’ parents caught my eye. It was none other than DC, the neighborhood bully who bites. I felt obliged in my civic duty to warn them of this menace. So I said, “Watch out for the demon kitty, he bites!”
To which the father replied, “That’s our cat, he followed us.”
Cricket, cricket, cricket. Way to meet the neighbors, eh?
Yup, those should be some interesting dreams tonight.