Here are my little Clone Troopers in front of the spooky police helicopter.
Trick or Treating was different this year. Since Roger was home with his hurt foot, it was just me and the boys. We just walked up and down our street, and the boys' pumpkins were full and heavy just from that. (We have sweet neighbors) As we walked and trick or treated I kept thinking of Jerry Seinfeld's Halloween book and giggling in my head because the boys kept fussing about how sweaty their masks were (and their hair was wet from sweat...yuck!), and how hard it was to see out of them because they were getting all foggy, and how it was hard to breathe with it on and see where they were walking. Once we got home and they dumped all their candy out on the table, they forgot all about the costume discomfort! Wonder what time I'll get them to bed with their sugar highs? Ha ha!!!