Here’s my darling clown (I wore that exact costume at her age) having a meltdown before we left. Don’t worry, as soon as she realized that the purpose of the festivities was candy collection, she cheered right up. She walked up to every door with her hand stretched out like a little beggar.
Jon, getting into character as Anakin Skywalker. His legs were the first to give out.
Anakin Skywalker, the later years. (aka Darth Vader)
My sweet boy who was once the clown. I hate that mask, but decided it was better than fake blood. Maybe next year I can convince him that funny is better than scary….
The haul. This is just Ben’s. Notice he has already opened half of it, though we’ve been home only five minutes. How did he know that I’d steal the good stuff the next day while he was at school?