This Halloween Goes to Eleven




I generally like to rant and rave about the idiocy of Halloween, but my son Ian made this year's sugar-laced festivities a bit more tolerable; we shaved his head Sunday night, so he could be Eleven from Stranger Things . . . I did have to bribe him with a small sum of cash, but it was worth it, because he really is the spitting image of Millie Bobby Brown, and I think he was just as excited to slip into the pink dress Catherine bought at the thrift store as I was to see him in it . . . and, he noted this was a one-shot opportunity: "I can only do this once because next year I'll probably have pimples and a mustache."

4 comments:

Lecky said...

Awesome. Your facial hair has not stopped you from wearing a skirt though. At least figuratively

Dave said...

before facial hair (and back hair) i was very pretty

Clarence said...

Taking the day off?

Dave said...

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