Pleh

Yesterday was the first time Thing One went trick-or-treating. Or, as she was saying, “trick-or-meat”ing. She was dressed up as a pirate in a costume made by her mother. We taught her some things to say. “Arrrr,” “Trick-or-treat, matey,” and “Gimme some booty.” Being the good girl that she is, she changed the latter phrase to, “Gimme some booty, please.”

Overall, it was a fun experience. Everyone thought she was soooo cute (Of course she was!) and got a laugh from what she was saying. The only down-side was that she got tired before we got home and got a bit cranky and wanted to be carried. The great thing about her crankiness now though, is that she can be easily distracted. In this case, it was with the mini-maglite I brought with me.

There were some places in the neighborhood that tried hard to scare-up their place. None were as scary as this one place around the corner and down near the community swimming pool. They had a zombie out in front of the house, holding a sign saying, “Four More Years.” Now _that’s_ scary. (And maybe a good comment on the typical Bush voter. )