Last night, we finally got the robe of Monkey’s HP costume hemmed up. The smallest one I could find, and it was still several inches too long…poor little short fry. Anyway, he was telling us how excited he was to go Trick-or-Treating.
He informed us that our dog, Zoey, couldn’t go with us, she had to stay home. If she went with us, the witches might get her, the ghosts might scare her, and the gog-lins would steal her candy.