Halloween

Ultimately, you pick a costume that's going to help you get the job done.  Nevermind that you don’t even know what that job is.  Nevermind that you wore that costume last year or that the stripes don't really flatter your two year-old figure.  Bottom line, you correctly sense that something exciting is about to go down … and you're not going to miss it!

You see that Bee right there?

She out trick-or-treated her older sisters tonight ... walked over a mile, carrying her own pale, doing ALL of the knocking for our family ... all the while, oblivious to the massive amounts of candy she was receiving.  She'd knock on a door, say "Ker Treat" or "Happy Treat", depending on the mood, and then walk away completely satisfied.  It's just a coincidence that people kept dropping individually wrapped goodies into her bucket when her back was turned.

Our Trick-or-Treaters ...

Show me "scary" ladies ...

You too, Bee ...

Okay Anistyn, fake a sugar-coma ...

And a quick picture as we're hitting the pavement ...

I can't emphasize enough how impressive our Bee was tonight, like she was born to trick-or treat.

All that candy ... it belongs to the Bee. 

Ironically, our top earning trick-or-treater is also the only one in our family who still needs help opening a Fun Size bag of M & M's ...

... and also the only one in our family who is not allowed to man the door when fellow trick-or-treaters come knocking ... because there was a little confusion over the whole, "To Give Is To Receive" thing ...

The Bee has skills though ... undeniable skills ... but maybe that's obvious by the way she juggles three lollipops in one sticky little hand ...

Tonight was awesome!  The girls did great ... all of them.  But Jared and I are mostly concerned with making sure no piece of candy is carried off without a sincere "thank you" ... and they succeeded in that.  They make us so proud.

I mean usually.

Usually, they make us so proud.

Happy Halloween!