We had our church Halloween party last night. There weren't many kids Edie and Marty's ages, so I feel confident in saying that their costumes were the best of the night.
Marty dressed as the "See My Vest" version of Mr. Burns. You can totally tell, right?
You can TOTALLY tell. No one else who was there knew who he was, but we did, and that's what's important.
Edie, on the other hand, had the sense to wear an easily-recognizable costume.
My parents got this for her when we saw them for her birthday over the summer. She's been fascinated with the Daniel Tiger costume ever since, but only from a distance. She would announce to us that she was going to wear her Daniel costume for Halloween, but if we asked her to try it on, she'd say, "Um, no thanks." But yesterday morning, she surprised us by asking to put it on. She wore it all day, even coming with me to have our car's emissions tested. She was still very reluctant to talk to anyone or do anything at the party, but she enjoyed wearing the costume, at least.
She and Marty still gang up on me whenever they have the chance. I was on the floor in Edie's room helping her find Waldo tonight (she's really gotten into the Where's Waldo? books lately), and Marty took advantage and belly-flopped on my head. Edie smelled blood in the water and jumped on my stomach immediately after, both of them howling with laughter amidst my shrieks and screams.
In other murderous news, Edie and I had the following conversation this morning.
EDIE: I want to take you off.
ME: You want to take off my what?
EDIE: (thinking) Your head.
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