Costume Buffoonery

So. Last Sunday was this Halloween situation. For some weeks, Momma and Dadda were clearly scheming, whispering closely while casting sidelong glances at me. I have little patience for mysteries. Each day is such an onslaught of newness that I don't need these two brewing up additional phenomena. Nevertheless, along comes Sunday and endless talk of "Old-Timey Strongman". That's me. Old-Timey Strongman. Padded and stuffed in some flesh-colored get-up, with a - gasp - loincloth and some, er, cosmetics applied to my face (I blanch.). And they hand me this dumbbell thing to swing around, which I rather liked.

They kept complaining that I was wiggling too much so they couldn't get a good shot of me. But whatever. They put me in this getup, I'm not gonna make it easy on them.

Then, all sorts of other absurd folks came to the door and yelled at us, for which they were rewarded. Weird. Then Momma and Dadda took ME to other people's houses and shoved me in their faces, causing ladies to squeal. What a strange tradition. Perhaps I will grow to understand it better. The best part was seeing Genevieve in her Winter Fairy Princess best-of-show. Such a beauty.

Trick or Treat!