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.
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