Fear factor

So maybe Caleb was a little intimidating. I mean, if a two foot tall shark walked up to your front door and demanded candy, wouldn't you be a wee bit frightened?

But mostly, the kiddos yet again managed to pull off really stinkin' adorable. Caleb did his part by marching around with his little beach bucket singing "baby sharkie, dooo dooo, dooo dooo..." ad nauseum. He even got the hang of saying "thank you" when the neighbors dropped stuff in his bucket. I love this kid.

Abby's Raggedy Ann ensemble came courtesy of my mom, who has been hanging on to the thing since I wore it for Halloween 25 years ago. She loved her bright red cheeks and nose, and simply adored the sparkley red wig, much to my surprise. Raggedy Abby was a big hit around the neighborhood, and didn't wander into anyone's house this year, which is an improvement over last year. She screamed "Happy Halloween!" at every neighbor who opened their door, and made sure to grab candy for Caleb when he couldn't make it up the steps in time.

The kids wasted no time dumping out and inspecting their loot when we got home, although I insisted they wait until a more opportune time (read: not right before bed) to start sampling. A few minutes later I caught Abby red-handed, sitting alone in the dark playroom licking a small sliver of a blow pop she had peeled the wrapper away from. She had a tiny meltdown when I took it away, insisting that she should have it back because her tongue needed more food.

Caleb took advantage of the fact that I was distracted to beg some Sweet Tarts off his dad. I'm pretty sure he only succeeded because Justin knew he wouldn't be able to tell his sister.

Well played, kiddos.