Erin was Indiana Jones for Halloween this year, and I found myself acting just like my father - "You like this costume, it's perfect, it's cute, I would wear it" - while Erin squirmed and wished she was a vampire. But it was perfect, and cute, and maybe next year I'll be Indiana Jones.
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Way cool. So Erin, honestly, once you were away from sight, did you crack that whip?? And look at all that domesticity on the porch!
I dressed up like an old lady. We had the same cups with twisty straws in them that we have set by the door since 2003. And I bought the obligatory huge Costco bag of candy "for the children". I knit, Will read about the Pats and then he was a hockey star at 9:45. We really know how to have a good time.
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As much fun as the cracking of the whip would have been, we zip-tied the thing to her belt. And to itself. And to itself again. Everybody in our family got in trouble at least once for playing with it in the house, so Scott nipped it in the bud before somebody got hurt. We're such buzzkills around here. Harumph.
hehehehe
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