Our little monkey made another appearance.
He was super cute again, of course, but also pretty hungry this time. Monkeys carry snack traps around all the time, right?
Our fellow partiers. Everyone was dressed up!
Once we started trick-or-treating, Parker decided that he needed a little break after a few houses. PS--Monkeys wear Sperrys all the time.
He was very good about saying his version of trick-or treat ("Boda...") and then a sheepish "thank you" at the end. So sweet!
Showing Daddy what he got!
Us! No one "got" our costumes, so I feel the need to explain. Ryan's shirt says, "WINNING", and his water bottle says, "Tiger Blood." COME ON PEOPLE--he is Charlie Sheen! Ryan even messed his hair up--serious stuff. And obvi, I am a goddess. Because Charlie Sheen's goddesses were of great importance when his life was spiraling out of control. No, they were not of the Greek/Roman variety, but I couldn't dress up as one of those goddesses. There just wasn't a way to fit Parker into the Charlie situation. So a monkey he was!
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