Trick or Treat

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Dear, Dissapointed in Beverly Hills,
This one's for you!
xo
J
;-)
Rain?! No stinkin' rain was going to ruin our quest for candy! With Noah suited up as Boba Fett (inflatable jet pack even!) we hit the streets with neighbor/friends for some trick or treating. Ky and his friend, Ricky got a reprieve, and were allowed to go at it ,sans parental units. We get a lot of kids bussed in, so our neighborhood has an amusement park feel. We went through four giant bags of costco candy! what?! Kid Two had fun with his pal Jessica and even got the bejeezus scared out of them by some big crazy chainsaw guy.
Good laugh for the parents.
Very early the next morning, Kid Two took over all the great space in our bed and then proceeded to sleep till 10am. All wrapped up, sideways and face down he slowly came to....nothing says fun like a halloween hangover!















Comments

gueran said…
i love boba fett! he was my favorite star-wars action figure and i wore a boba fett costume to the sacred heart halloween parade when i was in 2nd grade... in other words a VERY long time ago. sister bernardine, may she rest in peace that old hag, made sure to shake her head in disapproval at me during the judging..she was not impressed. my cousin jason wore a superman costume and got 2nd place. dang.
noah's costume looks way better than mine did, and it definitely would have won her over - it looks great!
xox
signed,
no longer disappointed, still semi-obese
11/04/2008
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