We have moved once since our children were born.
It was 5 years ago.
Super Son was damaged for life by this move. Or so he says.
We left the sidewalk having, one way in/one way out, you can see at night because we have street lights, small lot neighborhood for one not far away but with a little more leg room.
Granted Super Son doesn't complain about his home or the pool, regulation soccer field in the back yard, multiple swing sets or the ability to have pony rides in our yard but every time we drive by or heaven forbid go to visit our good friends who sill live there he gets all verklempt and waxes poetic about the house he misses.
All things awesome about our home and neighborhood it is absolutely under no circumstances a good place for Halloween shenanigans. So we went back.
We were accompanied by a vampire with bad oral hygiene, a sweaty Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, an Avatar with a broken arm, a pirate who broke his own sword and a water bender who made her mother carry her water whip around.
Thank you very much I made those costumes.
You may affirm my awesomeness now.
Trick-or-treating here we come.
Hero Husband set an order of rotation so everyone got a chance to ring a doorbell.
He's organized like that.
Miss Thing walked up to me at one point and said "Who's next Mama?"
Then she went and found her Dad
This dog was carrying a headless horseman on its back.
Oh hey, Miss Thing, go stand over there and let me take your picture.
Don't look behind you.
Thanks a lot
Happy Halloween everyone. Hope yours didn't bite.