Annie the Bear-moose and sweet trick-or-treats

Bek has been raving for the last two weeks about this Halloween number she picked up for Annie at some half-price consignment shop. Never mind that it's a little small - or that it's made for a climate decidedly more arctic than the one we inhabit - "it's just Annie," she said. And she's right. We call Annie "bear" or "bear-moose", and Annie laughs uproariously every time she puts the outfit on. So it fits, even if it doesn't.

The door bell rings have been few and far between tonight, leading Bek and me to speculate in the down time about the possibility of handing out Bible tracts next year. You know, in case the five kids who came are tempted to come back. The last crew, though, scored major points for ogling (at some length) our twin hand-carved pumpkins. Maybe we can keep a few full-size candy bars on hand for the best brown-nosers next year.





















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