A face painter I am not, but Maddie didn't mind that my attempt at sparkles on her forehead looked more like hard candy wrappers. Matt took her trick-or-treating and said the child takes her Halloween mission seriously. But we already knew that.
Gracie, on the other hand, didn't go trick-or-treating, didn't wear a costume, and wouldn't put the candy in the trick-or-treaters bags. But she still seemed happy running over to the door every time the doorbell rang, so I guess it wasn't a total wash. Someday we'll tease her about the Halloween she refused to play Halloween : )
Maddie opted for a scaaaaaaaaaary pumpkin this year to go along with the scaaaaaaaaaary stories she's been telling us. Those who remember her predator stories from long ago know that she can pull off a scary story. These new ones usually involve a large spider biting you on your head (and then the spider BITED! AND BITED! AND BITED! Ok, so she doesn't say bited anymore, but for old time's sake...) and then someone creeping up a dark staircase in the middle of the night. Where does she get this stuff?