This Halloween we allowed our eldest, Noah, to pick out a scary mask for Halloween. Usually we just encourage getting dressed up in a fun costume, last year he was a hippie, or whatever. But this year he turned 10 and insists that he is a “pre-teen,” even though I am trying to convince him that is not until 11 or 12, but who’s counting, right? Anyway, he was very scary and creepy this year.
My daughter, who not so long ago was wearing pink Disney princess dresses and cow girl costumes decided she would like to go as a skeleton. Who knew the little blond girl in a fairy princess dress would want to be a bag of bones for Halloween? Oh well!
My second son opted for the Dark Knight and made a formidable pint sized Batman. He hippity, hoppitied around to all the houses while his mother tried to keep him from hopping out into the road and getting hit by a car. And finally, the baby. He alone was a sweet character this year. He was a little orange pumpkin. It is the same suit that they have all worn on their second Halloween. I remember specifically purchasing it with the thoughts that all the kids could eventually wear to their early Halloweens. Four kids later, I’d say it got some good use!
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