Jakub wanted a party.
A Halloween Party.
And since much of our local population is "otherwise occupied" on Sundays, many people opt to celebrate the big day on Saturday. We don't much care either way, but it happens that The Cousins are among those that choose the Saturday option, so there you have it.
So a party. Saturday night.
It looked like glow sticks
and frozen carbon dioxide
and spaghetti and meat-a balls-a for dinner (and the trimmin's, of course)
and floating bubbles
and magic puffing, smoking bubbles
and a mad scramble for shoes and socks and costumes and trick-or-treat bags
and finally we were off.
we didn't come back until the only parts of the Littlest set (there were three of them) that were even able to operate were their still-nimble fingers and their candy-working jaws.
But that's why I always remembers to bring the wagon.
A Happy Halloween to everyone!