I keep trying to dodge the Superhero thing with George but he's just not having it. This year he requested to be Ironman, which soon turned into a desire to be both Ironman and Spiderman at the same time. I told him he had to go as Ironman (because we already had the costume) then felt bad about it when I saw a couple of other boys sporting the same mis-matched get-ups. George was our meltdown king last night, which prompted me to rename it to Hallo'whine'. He cried for no less than 45 minutes about whatever set him off: not being allowed to eat every piece of candy he received, Fran taking off his shoes instead of him doing it himself, not being allowed to eat a gobstobber (too much of a choking hazard), and various other reasons I do not know.
Cash was pretty good last night; dressed as Spidey-baby and no real complaints out of him.
James won the trick-or-treating gold star. I could have stayed out with him for another hour at least.
My personal favorite:
Polaroid 600SE
1 comment:
these are truly amazing! beautiful. -rebecca
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