Fast Sunday on Halloween?

They started out as pretty cute pirates but, to my chagrin, ended up stripping much of their costumes and walking around the ward's trunk or treat looking like the tattered little orphan boys who's mommy was too tired (or too broke) to dress them for Halloween. I hope this doesn't mean that I will be getting more* hand-me-downs doorbell ditched in the coming weeks.

Despite the wardrobe malfunctions, however, I think they had a marvelous time. And we almost got away without even picking up candy (the boys seemed happy enough just to hand it out and watch the endless parade.) But the inner-Mommy inside of me finally prevailed so we traipsed around to a few cars and drove home appropriately sticky and tired after the night's festivities.

Little do they know, that I have already corralled all their loot, sorted it, trashed some, and tucked the rest of it away until, in the coming months, we need a three-in-the-afternoon-pick-me-up. Either that, or a bribe.

*I seem to attract the charitable gaze of many a person who is looking to get rid of children's clothing. Seriously, people give me stuff, at least, every couple of months. I am not complaining, mind you. Really, it is very kind of them. All I am saying is that it is starting to give me a complex.