A tiny postscript to my Halloween post: early this morning, painfully early, as I was stumbling around trying to get the garbage out and just blearily noticing I was wearing two different socks, Beanie hit me a question.
“Mommy, what do you think I should be for Halloween NEXT year?”
And so it begins. Again.
The Ancient Greeks in Thirteen Words
They Just (sob) Grow Up So Fast
Worth the Detour