My kids, or at least Cambel, should know by now that my goal for Halloween is to spend as little time and energy on costumes and to get as much chocolate (that I then try to steal from the kids) as possible. But they haven't figured that out yet (well, maybe the stealing part) and they keep dreaming big dreams about costumes.
This year Cambel had lots of ideas. Most of them I vetoed. A few I gave a less than enthusiastic brainstorming session. In the end he was a hunter. I think that is what he was a couple of years ago. Ada was a ballerina. This took the most time and effort mainly because I had to locate ballet slippers for free. And then convince her that she needed to wear them even though they didn't feel like her flip flops (which is an ongoing conversation we have almost every school morning when she has to put on the dreaded shoes). Thankfully Oliver is younger than Cambel so he gets whatever Cambel wore at that age, which this year was Superman.
And, as usual, Halloween was a success because the kids all looked like they at least tried to dress up, they ended the evening hyped up on sugar, and we have a load of candy stored away (separated of course from the chocolate, which we all know is mine--a reward for all my hard work on the costumes).
This was the one minor exception to an otherwise successful night. We took the kids down to "Treats on Main" and Oliver kept venturing off on his own. Right after we took this picture that poor woman started looking for his mom. Seriously, what kind of a mother lets her young child wander around in a crowded public area alone? This mom. This mom does.
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