Halloween 05

A sad day.
It's the first time in 16 years I haven't had a Halloween Party.
When they took away our right to blow up explosives in the privacy of my parent's back yard, they took the fun out of the 31st.
Not surrounded by dozens of people, I celebrated quietly. With a fat book in a candle lit home.

Highlight of the evening: a pudgy dad in an Incredibles costume, complete with oh-so-tight speedo tights, waiting for his kids to get their treats, posing with a puffed out chest on my front doorstep. I'll need to wash my brain with acid to get that image out of my mind.

Clint went through my costume box and re-lived his childhood with gleeful abandon.
Max loaded his pockets with firecrackers and went looking for trouble. Ended up meeting his friends at A & W and had a teen burger.


That green top Clint has on under the chopped up elephant costume? It was the Peter Pan tunic he wore when he was 4. Back in '91 it covered his body from his neck to his knees. He's grown taller. But not wider.