Ain't it cute

how Daisy plays with extremely fragile glass objects? Happy holidays!

The addiction

is

real

Whatever it is

it's behind the chair.

Where's your teeth?

No, your teeth.

Drum majorette

The T

is for traveler.

Uncle Jeb

reads "Old Black Witch."

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.

Why eat candy

when you can go for the Drano? Mother would like you to viddy the leg warmers.

Winter league

Actual trick-or-treating

She's a dalmation. With a jacket on.

Still Batman

Batman

For the third consecutive year. And, at Batman's request, Batgirl.

Costume shop

This is what Dad went with. A costume shop. One of everything. Lame, and yet eerily ... uh, lame.

The trusty

We're flashing back to Halloween. Or maybe the day before Halloween. Trying to figure out a costume here. Do you think these stripes are slimming? Or the pancakes? Anyway, the prison outfit went back in the box.

The buzz

Daisy also working the horizontal stripe angle.