Hallowe'en in the US has lost any kind of association with All Saints' Day, evil powers, etc. It's just sort of an excuse to dress up. Babies and toddlers tend to be animals of some kind, girls are princesses and boys are superheroes of choice. Luckily David decided he wanted to stick to scary, and found a "Flesh Stalker" costume in Target this morning. He got lots of compliments, and more than a few worried looks from princesses.
I went as a British zombie hunter, complete with tie and cricket bat. As no one here has a clue what a cricket bat is I think I was mostly just mistaken for someone who works in an office (a bizarre and fantastical idea, so quite fitting).
David managed a large haul of candy but wasn't too impressed with the unfamiliar American varieties. I did check to see if Tiffany's had thrown in a small and sparkly surprise but sadly not - just a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup.
A common sight around the Creek.
David finds a soulmate.
The chaos.
Spectral pianist.
The haul.
