Vicki was trying to get these guys to sit still and smile for the picture, when, in a fit of inspiration, she asked them to say "trick or poop." Comic gold. Also a little confusing for the houses left to be visited, but well worth the looks on their faces. Say what you will, but the word "poop" is just funny. I don't care how old you are.
Because Oliver's costume required explanation, I guess Samson figured that such action was part of the Halloween experience. So after saying trick or treat (or poop), he would inform the candy-giver, in all seriousness, "I'm a fireman." Occasionally he'd also let it be known that he was really Samson but in a fireman's costume. Full disclosure trick or treating.
It was too cool for Jane to go in just her dancer's costume, but the tutu held up pretty well over her pajamas. And she's started doing this really funny thing where she makes bubbles with her saliva while saying "mmwaaa, mmmwaaa." Apparently I did this as a child. We'll try and get a photo.
She's got two teeth coming in on top but not the front ones. So very shortly sweet Jane will have fangs. Good times.
I don't know that she's ever been outside at 7:30 at night, so for her this was like Alice stepping through the looking glass. We were probably only outside for 20 minutes, but she spent most of our walk looking around in absolute wonder.
Or maybe it was silent envy at the dozens of lollipops Samson was hauling in at every stop on the way. We all discovered last night that the downside to the boys being big enough to approach the houses on their own, as opposed to being carried to the door, is that they tend to pick out the candy they want. Which means Samson came home with enough lollipops to reenact the entire first season of Kojak. Bleah.
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Nice pics! Sam, Jane, your family in NYC loves you!
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