Halloween proved to be as crazy as ever this year.
Even though I bought several new ninja weapons for Mike, he ended up putting together a zombie costume.
Drools black. Bleeds red. Eats brains.
And even though I bought King a Grim Reaper costume, in which he found himself in several ironic situations...
A cold day in hell.
"What? Doesn't Death carry your pom-poms for you?"
He ended up going the zombie route, too.
Not into ghouls.
*Note to self: no more store-bought costumes.
Usually, Curtis dresses as "The Greatest Dad in the Whole World" (a.k.a himself) for Halloween. This year he surprised me. As he took the kids out to trick-or-treat, I caught sight of him looking a lot like Dora the Explorer.
"Backpack! Backpack! Can you say, 'Cerveza'?"
As it does every year, the amount of trick-or-treaters which crowded our street, driveway and front steps amazed us. We had over a thousand pieces of candy to give out, but with crowds like these...
... we still ran out of candy by 8:00 p.m.
The morning after.
Halloween exhausts me. Maybe next year we'll go to someone else's neighborhood.