Halloween 2003, the Man-Cub suffered a freeze-tag accident that left him missing four top teeth, inspiring the entire family to dress up as, what else? Vampires. Hugh went all out this year, with make-up that was the envy of every student in The Girl’s second-grade class. He also did a mean job at the toilet-paper mummy contest, wrapping The Girl in like two minutes, flat.
Halloween 2004, the year of The Girl’s rebellion and the first time the phrase But I want to pick out my own Halloween costume! echoed throughout my house. I survived and the kids made a pretty good witch and knight in shining armor if I do say so, myself.
Halloween 2005, The Girl chose to be a medieval princess while the Man-Cub opted for Dash from the Incredibles. Hugh and I briefly toyed with the idea of the whole family going as the Incredibles but, spandex is a privilege, not a right and my thighs were in no shape to meet the challenge.
This was also the only year in the history of our very-Halloween celebrating marriage that our jack-o-lanterns were stolen and smashed by teen aged hooligans out for a good time. If you click on the photo, you can see the toothpicks and packing tape that Hugh used when he laboriously reconstructed those jack-o-lanterns following an extensive search for pumpkin debris along our roadway-he got every piece back, if you can believe it.
Halloween 2006, the year The Girl chose a costume that most closely resembled her personality at the time, aka: SATAN. Just kidding, she wasn't that bad. She was a cute little devil, too. The Man-Cub opted for the classic Jack Sparrow look and, since we had been to Disneyworld that summer and had found the requisite wig, he was all set.