Frankly, if someone was holding me by the neck, I don’t think I would be as cheery. But then again, NO ONE is as cheery as The Baby.
Yes, ducks have blue legs since this duck mother was too cheap to go out and buy yellow pants to keep his fat little legs warm. Who makes a costume that is like an oven but only covers the torso of a small child? You can’t have a toasty kid with popsicle legs on Halloween night. It ain’t right.
Daddy missed the whole thing…neighborhood party…neighborhood hayride to trick or treat. He was sad, in a, “I would have liked to have had three minutes worth of the experience” kind of way. But Daddy had to be at his second job, so we can enjoy having lights ON in our house. Thank you, Daddy. We like light. And heat, for that matter.
He walked in the door five minutes after we got home to find The Boy sitting in a pile of candy. Actually sitting in it.
D: You let him have all his candy?
K: Um, yeah.
D: You let him have all his candy.
K: It’s Halloween. How much can he possibly eat before we shut him down?
D: You let him have ALL his candy.
K: So this is what it feels like to be the fun parent? I like it. Who knew?
Here’s a picture of The Boy showing you his lollipop. The Baby is showing you, well, nothing. It’s nice to see at the tender age of 8 months he is already copying his brother. Great.
Can’t you just see them with a six pack in each hand 16 years from now? of cheap beer, to add to the mortification? Please note the glazed look on The Boy’s face that is clearly a result of that being his 7th lollipop. I wonder how Dad would feel about The Boy’s Candy Breakfast? Or Lunch?