Happy Halloween. As you can see from the picture to the right, the costumes were pretty interesting this year. Izzy was a frog, but not really any frog. She was a Littlest Pet Shop Frog (Hasbro good job marketing to a five-year-old). She loves these little toy creatures and is always playing with them upstairs. This weekend I caught her digging into some candy corn early in the morning and when I went to tell her that candy corn wasn’t for breakfast, she stated that she wasn’t eating the candy corn. It was for the “Little Pet Shops”. “They are Trick-or-Treating,” said stated.
It was little surprise that Emily chose an animal of some sort. This year a cat. She was wearing the cat ears for weeks ahead of Halloween. She’s probably counting the days until it’s socially acceptable to wear her reindeer antlers again. Not that any time is a socially acceptable time to wear reindeer antlers.
Finally, there’s Abby’s costume. Some sort of female prisoner called “Miss Behavin'”? The only thing I can think of is that she’s starting to enter her “tweens” a few weeks early (she turns 10 on the 19th). I don’t really understand that choice. Maybe I’m not supposed to.
Anyway, it was the standard fare. We have about 40 houses in our gated community and we just swung around the block hitting any of the houses with their lights on. Three very full plastic pumpkins made their way home and Jennifer is making me take some of the candy up to work so that it isn’t in the house tempting her and the girls.