Despite an inconvenient head cold that left me woozy, pumpkins were carved, costumes made and loot bags assembled. Normally I'd advise against climbing a ladder with legs shaking and vision blurred, but it was Halloween after all, and there were bats to hang and shredded tulle to pin to the veranda. I might be a teeny tiny bit of a stage mom.
Despite the thoroughly unimpressed expression, Henry in fact had a good time making the rounds. Someone thought he was a snowball. Those are lamb ears, people, lamb ears. Pretty cute, I thought.
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