Per Grover family tradition, we put off making our costumes until October 30, making mad rushes to Hobby Lobby and the hardware store like the class-A procrastinators we are. And, like usual, we had a blast and swore to leave things to the last minute next year, too.
Here's our cast of characters:
After we had gussied ourselves up in the church parking lot, Dave and Charlie manned the trunk and passed out candy, complimenting costumes like the dears they are. Hollie and I meanwhile hit the asphalt and came back with a whopping five pieces of candy because Hollie preferred to see rather than approach the people in costume. (She even saw our awesome neighbor dressed up as Plex from Yo Gabba Gabba! but her enthusiasm turned to terror when Plex started talking to her out of a human mouth in his neck that sounded like just some dude. Sheer terror, you guys. My heart would have broken for her if it hadn't been so funny.) Luckily for her, two of those five pieces of candy were a fun-sized package of M&Ms and some Smarties. It took her an hour to get through the M&Ms, which she asked for one at a time and got excited about each color that came out of the bag. We only got through a quarter of the Smarties by the time we were ready to go home.
| Handsome old exterminator; cute little Charlie Brown Bee |
| Holls mostly sipped her milk and appreciated costumes from a distance. At one point she turned to me and said, "I love it!" |
| Happy Butterfly caught by a scary Mama Spider |
Hollie, Charlie, and I have all been sick this week, so we all went to bed really early except for Dave, who we sent to a friend's house for spooky games. He came home later and said he missed us the whole time, that big old softie.
LET THE HOLIDAYS COMMENCE! *old timey trumpet fanfare, with jingle bells*


1 comment:
How did I never see this post? I love your spider "arms" almost as much as I love your spider braids! Adorbs, all! And it was such a surreal flashback to see pics of you at a ward trunk-or-treat in a Texas church parking lot. Five candies . . . those were the days.
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