The battle of tail versus booty

A TV and a dinosaur, coming to a door near you! You'd better have some candy. Their goateed bodyguard, he'll rough you up.



We had a great time trick-or-treating around our neighborhood last night. The boys were naturals. Jake caught on right away to the game, and often beat his brother to the "trick-or-treat!"s and "Thank you!"s. We enjoyed looking at the costumes of others as well as our neighbors' imaginative decorations. Of course, this being a blue state, we saw our share of Obama pumpkins:



We also have one guy in the neighborhood who is quite the connoisseur of creepy, setting up a decent-sized haunted house on his front lawn each year. Isaac and Daddy went in it this year, for the first time. I kept Jake outside with me and we watched the motorized crawling hand with fascination.

On the treating front, the boys were both labeled as ridiculously cute and made an appropriate haul. Jake got tired of wearing his TV suit early on and did most of his treating in a sweatsuit. He was not to be outdone by his fancy-pants brother, though. When Isaac would get oohs and aahs over his luxe dino costume, showing off even by shaking his rear to wiggle his tail, Jake stepped right up on stage. "*I* have a booty and it shakes! Wanna see?" And he would bend over and make a big show of shaking what his momma gave him for his candy.