Trick-Or-Treat

Normally we're scrambling to get costumes done in time for trick-or-treating around here, but this year we outdid ourselves. We didn't even tell the kids we were going out tonight until they got home from school.

Micah has seventy bajillion costumes that he's been wearing daily for a month. Tonight he chose to go as a nudist. No, seriously. He wouldn't even let me put a Pull-Up on him. And then he thought better of it and donned a poodle skirt. It rode as low as Michael Phelps' streamlined, award-winning speedo. The boy takes cross dressing to all new lows.

Sam suggested that I make Micah a pair of scrubs, so I cut down a pair that Sam no longer wore. Micah approved. This is good because that nudist look would have gotten cold through the course of the evening. Plus it's always a bonus not to be arrested for indecent exposure while trick-or-treating.

Micah immediately got a pen and put in the pocket of his scrub top, because that's what Daddy does when he goes to work.

The kids made out like bandits. Every kid does, you know. We hit a trunk-or-treat before going around to friends' houses. And remember the family who gave canned goods last year? One better. Margarine sticks. Stellar. Oh, the sweet and gooey baked goods I can make with those things. Like pumpkin muffins with chocolate chips.