One of the things I love about the boys' school is that they Really Celebrate Halloween.
Durel and I recklessly missed the (amazing) Fall Festival this year because we chose to go to ACL and wear our "grown-ups" costumes (see what I did there?). So, there was no collective family costume this year.
Don't worry, we're already discussing what we will be next year. Jack's current suggestion is that Durel should be a hot dog, I should be a cookie, he is a french fry, and Sawyer is a piece of popcorn.
(We'll see how negotiations go. We have a good ten months before I have to begin construction.)
Anyway, their school has a costume parade on Halloween. Bless the infant teachers, who wrestle all their adorable little babies into their costumes and take pictures of them.
Bless the pre-K teachers for harnessing the collective energy of more than a dozen 4 year olds who are in costume and ABOUT TO EAT ALL THE CANDY.
Here's how this panned out:
Of course, we took it to the streets that evening. More on that to come.
In the meantime, ponder Jack's statement that, with his Darth Vader mask on, "Everything looks like Jello."
Hope you have a gelatinous view today.