This year I commanded my children to pick costumes that were one of three choices:
In the end, it didn't matter because the temperature, which had been in the 70's all week, suddenly remembered that it's almost November, for cryin' out loud. The kids wore their coats on top of their costumes and they all left the house looking like a band of hobos.
(Rob said that by most people thought Bun was dressed as a Phillies fan since no one could see his costume under his jacket. Even though he went as a puppy, it is not inaccurate to say he dresses as a Phillies fan.)
They came back looking like hobos who had knocked over a candy store. Bun kept shouting, "Pum has canny! Pum has canny!"
(Bun to English translator: I hit the jackpot! My pumpkin bucket overfloweth with candy!)
They have all collapsed in sugary heaps in their beds, and I am well on my way to a sugar hangover myself. My teeth are screaming at me to just exert some self control, for the love of Pete!
But come on, my friends. It's trick-or-treat night and my kids don't eat Snickers, Twix, Milky Ways, or 100 Grand bars. Someone has got to pick up the slack.
Plus, my sister brought over an apple pie tonight, so there's that. Sounds like breakfast to me.