I’m emerging from my sugar coma to share some Halloween pics. Would you believe there were only TWO mini Heath Bars and ONE Dubble Bubble in the entire haul this year? What’s up with that?? I’ve been consoling myself with M&Ms and Kit Kats for the time being.
Reece and Taite were gross/scary/cool, and adorable, respectively, as a punk zombie skater and Shirley Temple.
We passed out mini chocolate bars from Trader Joe’s, wrapped like mummies. (And yes, that is her real hair. Thanks to the 10 years Kendra spent performing with Kids Are Music, I know how to rock the sponge rollers!)
The ceremonial Sorting of the Loot is always a highlight of the evening (and is typically preceded by the ceremonial Removing of the Sweaty Mask):
“Surely, you’re not going to eat all of that candy.”
“I am, and don’t call me Shirley.”
That joke just never got old all night long!