And even as I post these pictures, the Halloween Fairy is descending on the lil’ monkey’s stash (from which she picked a candy a day’s worth of bootie, for the remainder of the week). Off the H. Fairy will flit, hauling all this processed sugar to “other kids who weren’t so fortunate as to be able to scoot around trick-or-treating.” If all goes according to plan, the fairy will leave some art supplies as collateral for the sucrose.
Mmm, Halloween candy.
[Ooo! Ooo! I just have to add this link to Dooce’s take on the night. Though when she provides her advice to her high school friend vis-a-vis whether or not to up and become a parent (post-Halloween fun, and freshly pro-kid), I’d just have to tweak the details a little bit. You know, for us lesbians. Like, instead of all the “grueling” copulation, substitute grueling sperm hunt/ insemination technicalities/ adoption dramas/ hullabaloo. But then, at the end, it’s still PRESTO! and years later you are following imaginative young humans around your neighborhood and discovering how much lovey-dovey generosity there is just around the corner from where you live. PS You have to look at the Dooce post for the pictures of the dog alone.]