Trick or treat… or something like that
I feel like people may be growing tired of all the Halloween festivities since they’ve been going on for what seems like weeks now. But, since this serves as a family scrapbook of sorts, I have to put up at least a few pictures from last night.
I always like a theme, which always concerns the Spouse. After he and the girls shot down one or ten of my other ideas, we all agreed on the not-so-original but do-able theme of bees. {Halloween was so much easier when the girls didn’t have a strong opinion about their costumes}. He would be the beekeeper, complete with his painter’s suit from Home Depot; I’d be the “queen” bee; and the other three would be busy bees. And, so it was:
This year we had much better success with our sidewalk dinner and even smiled upon request.
And, we also realized that trick-or-treating would be much easier with the tag-along for those who claim their legs are tired after walking not even a block down the road.
The Spouse has decided he may wear his costume all next summer to prevent mosquito bites.
Everyone complained that their boppers hurt their head. But, the youngest bee was quite a trooper. There was one house where she slipped up and said, “jingle bells!” instead of “trick-or-treat!” But, I understand her confusion. And, now we know she’s totally ready to go caroling at Christmas time.
In addition to the human costumes, our neighbor’s dog Duke {aka “Dute”} was dressed up for the night.
In case it’s unclear, he’s Buzz Lightyear. And, when he ran around his wings stuck out. He deserved a prize.
Speaking of prizes, and in honor of all the throwback pictures I’ve seen this week, let me tell you what did not deserve a prize: my Halloween costume circa 1991.
Yes. I was a tennis ball. But not just any tennis ball. I was a deflated ball. Fortunately, the racquet and the visor helped convey the costume.
Moving on from Halloween, I’m so glad it’s November. Enough with the costumes, bring on the best part of fall. And, since the Toddler has already brought out the phrase… “jingle bells.”
