Halloween

Once again, Halloween proves itself the best day ever.  Something about traipsing around your neighborhood at twilight with costumed children and friendly neighbors makes me all starry-eyed.  The pumpkin carving pictures are pre-Halloween, and so is the skeleton attire.  Our costumes for the big day were Maui and a wrestler.  Silas wanted to be Peter Pan again and we barely came in under the wire to agree on Maui.  We both love Moana and he sings it all the time testifying to our overexposure to television.  (He does call it Awana, and I don't correct him so some may be led to think we are doing churchy type things instead.) The magic fish hook and getting to wear his Peter Pan pants were the true selling points.  Daron thought it would be a nice touch to have him say "You're Welcome" after receiving candy, but we had enough trouble getting him to remember a simple thank you. Rory wouldn't stop begging to be Jake the Snake Roberts so I gave in to that.  Dorothy and the pineapple joined us as is tradition.  I cannot even tell you the cuteness that was Silas and Pepper handing out candy to trick-or-treaters.  They would get so excited pointing at the approachers, run to grab handfuls from the bag (which only lasted for about ten lucky kids), and divvy out the goods while making adultesque comments about costumes.  They would then camp by the door peeking out on hands and knees until another group made the rounds.  Adorable.