Is there anything sadder than a jack-o-lantern the morning after Halloween? Well, of course, yes, I'm sure there actually are sadder things, but work with me here, m'kay?
It's only the day after Halloween, but everything BOO-related already seems terribly dated and tired. Time to move on to the pilgrims and the turkeys I suppose.
Last night though, the jack-o-lantern carved by Scott and Annelise looked perfect on our front porch:
We walked a few houses down to go trick or treating at Pappo and Grandma's house.
We then ventured out to a local Halloween carnival at one of our city parks. I wish we had gone earlier in the evening because a slightly older crowd was in full force. It's true, the freaks come out at night, even at 8:00 pm. Think scarily dressed teens, scantily clad nurse uniforms, Goth skeleton baby daddy pushing his offspring in a stroller, and a freaky troll man carrying a Chucky doll. Thankfully, she was oblivious to all of that since there were several games to play and a bouncy castle thing to jump in. We all agreed to skip the haunted house.
We finished up the evening with a trip to Dairy Queen for some frozen goodness and then our traditional family viewing of the classic It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown.
Hope y'all had a boo-rific Halloween and got more than a rock in your treat bags!