I'm not a big Halloween guy. I mean, it was awesome until I was 12 (One year my mom made a kick ass Ninja Turtle shell, and I was far and away the best looking Michaelangelo in Metro Detroit in 1989. Suck it, Adam Arnone!). But after that, I really never got into more grown up Halloween stuff. All store-bought and "slutty bumble bees" and whatnot. Really, I'm not going home with the slutty Oscar the Grouch, slutty penguin, or the slutty Congressional Aide. Which just makes Halloween parties like going to the world's most disappointing strip club.
However, with the little man in the fold, I was actually excited for this year's Oct. 31st festivities. We dressed him up as a chicken. This was very cute (see below), but more importantly, it let me call him "Little Clucker" in public all evening. Delightful. Plus, half off Halloween candy at Rite Aid. FAT DADDY COMETH!!!