"Mommy, I want to go out now. Mommy, I want to go out now. Mommy, I want to go out now. Mommy, I want to go out now. Mommy, I want to go out now. Mommy, I want to go out now."

Ah, Finn, without anticipation, the candy wouldn't taste as sweet. Trust me.


"Out! Out! Out!"
"It's 6, Mommy! It's 6, Mommy! The mickeywave says 6, Mommy! The mickeywave says 6, Mommy! We can out now."
Out we go, Adorable Giraffe and Elmo, The Sequel.
"Jesus Christ, it's dark out."

(What? Haven't I mentioned the "JC" problem? Yes, well, there you have it. And we have, on occasion, heard, "Jesus Christ, I found another Smartie."

"Jesus Christ, I lost my Little Elmo."

"Jesus Christ, it smells like poo in here, Daddy."

He's not using it all the time, just for emphasis, for instance, when his father farts right beside him. Seems like as good a time as any for a "Jesus Christ" to me.)



"Oh my god, what a lot of candy!"
Me? Well, I'm a mother on crutches for Halloween.


Happy Halloween!