Crazy Halloween

Our Halloween in a nutshell went as follows:
Will lost his Darth Vader costume and went as Pope St. Pius X instead. (I made him a pope costume because he had to be Pius X for the school All Saints party). He chased our neighbor, Iron Man, shooting him with Jesus rays from his crucifix - which just goes to show you that boys can make weapons out of anything.

Mr. Cubby was finally persuaded to wear his Dragasaurus costume after I wore it around the house on my head on Halloween morning. He was fascinated by the whole knocking on doors to get candy thing and as we went from house to house he alternated between saying, "Trick or treat" and "Hi. Gimme some candy."

The Twins were mostly miserable and wanted to go to bed but we took them out anyway. We borrowed a parenting tip from one of my sis-in-laws telling them, "You're going trick or treating and you're going to like it."

Will's proudest moment, aside from wearing his saintly pontiff costume was carving a vomiting pumpkin. He's very proud of how gross it was... so proud, in fact, that he told many a kindly old lady who gave him candy on Halloween night about his "pumpkin that has lots of vomit coming out of his mouth but not real vomit just seeds and the inside of the pumpkin part."