Headed to a party

Another flashback to Halloween, because I just forgot to post these two pictures the day I'd planned to.

The committee

A group of kids grills Mr. Costume Shop about the knife through his skull. Most of them wanted to know how the knife got there, but Buster's girlfriend Madeline, dressed as Supergirl and partially hidden next to Dorothy, wasn't buying any of it. For the rest of the night, she walked up to Mr. Costume Shop every few minutes and said, "You're faking." Madeline's a pistol, boy.

Airborne bliss

The very definition: The baby has fallen asleep. Left arm has too? Doesn't matter. We'll be landing in a few hours, probably.

I was able to leverage my rigorous professional training in this matter. I leaned down and, in a low monotone, I recited into her ear the name of every modern World Series winner. "In 1903 it was the Boston Pilgrims. In 1904 there was no World Series. In 1905 it was the New York Giants." And so on. I felt her start to become dead weight around 1930 (Philadelphia A's), and I was pretty sure she was out by 1948 (Cleveland Indians), but I kept going anyway.