With the spooky and the scary upon us, we headed out into the beautiful morning sunshine for a costumed parade around the neighborhood. Many shop owners were handing out candy, but we avoided the handouts (much to dad’s chagrin). I feel bad for those teachers. The kids were loading up on all things chocolate on the street, and the good stuff too. Not those cheap peanut butter taffy things in the brown and orange wrappers. Nor were there any smarties to be had in this quaintly affluent hood! Then each toddler had a giant frosted sugar cookie awaiting them on the snack table AND they were giving out heavy pours of full-strength Hawaiian Punch. Did you ever see that scene in District 9 where all the aliens rip apart the security officer once his weapons were empty? That’s what I’m talking about. Good thing for Tucker’s teachers he only got a bottle.
So here they are, I couldn’t choose so I’m posting a whole mess of ’em. I defy you to not want this little monkey trashing your next party!
Tucker’s buddy Luke was stomping all over the place. You can only point elephants in the right direction though, don’t try to tell them how to get there! The floppy ears were the best.
Tucker was not subtle about his feelings for dad’s shaggy head messing up the cute vibe he had worked so hard to culminate.
