Marching in the parade with Mommy and Beth.
"I'm scary!" (or scared of the other kids in masks.)
Then it was onto Aunt Angie's house so we could pass out candy to the trick or treaters with baby James. Unfortunately, the first trick or treater to visit was the scariest kid I've ever seen -- he was dressed in a black hooded robe with a horrible mask and a 5-foot-tall sickle. He was alone and scared Harry to death. From then on, he didn't like Halloween so much....
The count awaits the trick of treaters. (Notice the neighbors' scary horror movie display in the background...)
Dracula breaks for a snack of his favorite Elmo crackers or "El-mo cack."
Why won't Baby James stop crying? (He did not like his costume very much :)
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