Tonight I was visited by: Larry, Moe, and Curly; Darth Vader, 2 Jedi Knights, a light-saber wielding someone, and an Ewok; a not-so angry Angry Bird; a giant Hershey chocolate bar; a life-sized Beanie Baby (complete with TY tag); some sort of knight; Nancy Drew; a guy named “William Wallace”; a bearded dude from Duck Dynasty; a princess; a monkey; the LION! that I forgot until just now; a fictional character that I recognized but have now forgotten; a rather odd-looking creature with two 7th-grade heads, and a few random chaperones. I don’t have a picture of my costume, but here is the scenario with which I greeted the visitors:
It seems that there is a misunderstanding here. You all didn’t come to visit “The Little Old Woman Who Lives in a Shoe”. Who would live in a shoe? Seriously? That’s crazy. And all those children living with her? No, no, that’s not how it was supposed to be. There was a typographical error. THIS is what the nursery rhyme should have said.
There was an old woman who lived in shoes
Surely you’ve read of her plight in the news
Sneakers and slippers and boots by a thread
She must be uncomfortable lying in bed.
But then one of the oldest trick-or-treaters commented: “You know, you DO have lots of children after all.” So, so true…
My one regret is that the Rice Krispies weren’t shoe-shaped. I didn’t have the time or a cookie-cutter mold. :P
Shoe ya later!