Our oldest daughter, Boo, says that she has fewer Halloween decorations this year. It had to do with the field mouse she found in one of the boxes of decorations. She tossed mouse, box, and whatever was in it. She is a Halloween decorating fiend, so I hate to show you less than her full output, but my computer is on the fritz and I’m tiptoeing about Dearly Beloved’s computer to do this.
Boo’s decorating frenzy began 10 years ago with Baby Elvis. You may remember this picture. Last year, when Elvis was 11, he became a CEREAL KILLER, getting to eat those pricey little boxes of cereal for art’s sake. Because he’s completely in character, there are no smiles. Serial killers don’t smile.
No smiles from his three-headed brother either. I never asked, but wondered if he got three times the loot on his Trick or Treat rounds.
I don’t know what their costumes will be this year, but Boo recently sent pictures of some of the Halloween decorations she has set out this year. Here’s a peek:
Vel-l-l-l-l-come... enter through the back door and hang around in the kitchen for awhile. Any branch is okay.