I'm beginning this post on Halloween evening as I sit in the living room awaiting knocks at the door from little trick-or-treaters. I like little trick-or-treaters. They are cute and I enjoy them.
I don't like the big trick-or-treaters. I don't think they are cute and I don't enjoy them. And I'm stingy to them. I think giving a single pixie stick is more than generous of me. I have been particularly onery to the big kids tonight. And no, I don't really expect my jack-o-lanterns to make it through the night. I know the routine: I'm a stinker to them and then they smash my pumpkins. It's worth it. Meanwhile, my big kid (Clark) is home having pizza with a few friends and I am giving them unlimited access to the Halloween candy.
Here is the Fox Family of The Un-Dead this Halloween. This picture was taken Saturday afternoon rather than the actual evening of Halloween. The fact is, Abe and I couldn't bear the thought of tying me into my mummy costume for the third time. I thought it would be much simpler and quicker than it turned out to be.
Perhaps, but I do think they are cute and George in particular is appropriately attired. He is two after all.
Years ago when Clark was this age I bought him a little hooded t-shirt that read, "Little Devil" and had horns. Abe was appalled and did not want Clark to wear it. Fast forward 12 years and he thinks our devil and she-devil are adorable. What happened? I think it has something to do with "parental principle erosion". It's a very real phenomena that happens in big families. Why should we be any different?
He was trying to channel Donald Trump but ended up more of an Alec Baldwin vampire.