Well, it's about time Daddy got this posted. I told it to him a long time ago, but he's just now getting to it. (You'll note that he dated it November 2, 2007, but don't be fooled -- he didn't really post it until January 12, 2008.) Slacker.
So, here's what I did for my first Halloween.
First we had to go get punkins -- that's right
punkins. See, this sign at the farm down the street from our house where we got them is proof that we bought "punkins."
We bought a Daddy punkin and a Mommy punkin and a Baby punkin and a Sanka punkin: we had to have Jack-o-lanterns for everybody, you know.
After we brought the punkins home and cleaned them up, Mommy had Daddy plug in "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown," and we started the punkin slaughter down in Daddy's Fortress of Solitude.
Look at all those punkin guts.
Gross. . .
Of course, Mommy had to get me some Halloween sleepwear. Check out these groovy pajamas.
Wanna see my Halloween costume? I was a ladybug. Better watch out -- Mommy and Daddy said I was dangerously cute. So, you've been warned. . .
See? Cute.
Then we went to the House for the Halloween party. I was a hit, if I do say so myself. Daddy dressed as a hipster-doofus, and Mommy was . . . Mommy.
That night, all the kids taught me the Superman dance. I learned it on my first try.
It's very tiring partying that hard. I had fun, but it was nice to go home and recover.
Well, that's my Halloween report. All in all, I'd say it was a pretty good one.
Just wait till next year when I'm mobile.
