The Most Wonderful Time of the Year...

It's official: Hallowee'en is the greatest holiday ever invented. It's kinda like all the good stuff thrown into one night especially if you're a kid: there are fireworks everywhere, you get to dress however you want to, people give you more candy than you could possibly squeeze out of your parents for the next six months combined and best of all you don't have to sit through any tiresome 'be-on-your-best-manners' type dinners.

This year Gray was really into it and in spite of our protests (his aunt is a master makeup artist after all) he really really really wanted to go with a cheesy skeleton/Death costume that he spotted at London Drugs. In the end it was kind of fitting as the girls went as a pair of recently murdered twins and, well, another Death. At least the theme was suitably grotesque and not all Rainbow Bears or whatever it is the youth are watching on TV these days. 

As was to be expected the night was a howl especially as Uncle Jeff had the forethought to purchase firecrackers which he blew off at random and unexpected intervals much to Death's chagrin. This was the first year that the G-man was able to keep up with the older kids and I must say that both the pace and milage were suitably impressive.

Needless to say the haul was absolutely obscene. I seriously don't know why the Diabetes Society hasn't jumped all over this thing. Of course in what was originally a selfless parenting move I've done my best to ensure that Gray is a good sharer. 

Guess we'll see how well that holds out over the next couple of weeks.