My oldest is a character from the webcomic Homestuck. I want to say her name is Rose Lalonde, but I think that's wrong. Whatever, I'm too old and uncool (despite my mad dancing skills) to know these things.
My youngest is a peacock. This was not what she planned. She wanted to wear the Creeper mask that my son is wearing in this picture and be a Creeper for trick or treating. Considering she can't see in that thing, I made her wear the bird costume for school.
My son? He's going to be Abraham Lincoln tonight, but he didn't want to wear his costume to school. My husband ganked his hat and beard for work today, because apparently his company requires the management to dress up. Because I'm all about having matched sets, I didn't want him not to have a costume on for my annual Halloween Morning Photo By The Tree, so I made him put the box on his head.
That is so typical of me, by the way. Homemade costumes are not my forte. Here kid, put this box on your head. Also typical - me showing up at the school costume parade uncostumed but claiming to be a "Real Housewife of Santa Rosa."