When I asked Sophie this year if she was going trick-or-treating, she said she wasn't, because she was 13 and none of her friends were going. Truth be told, I was relieved, because I wasn't really up for the task of making a costume.
Two days before Halloween, Sophie changed her mind. Some friends of hers were, indeed, going trick-or-treating, 13 or not, so she was joining them.
"I want to be an evil doll," she said, and rummaged through her closet for something that would work. We made a quick trip to WalMart for false eyelashes and fake blood, and this was her presentation for her door-to-door soliciting of candy that night:
The girl does love keeping in character.
Even Big Papa was no match for her focus.
So Big Papa turned his sights on other unsuspecting innocents.
Oh, but that wasn't enough for Big Papa.
I imagine the Yorkie was having a field day.
Happy belated Halloween! 🙂