Halloween sneaked upon Steve and me this year, causing us to create some last minute costumes. Even so, I thought my costume was pretty good. Do you like my chef’s hat? I made it from an old white skirt.
Unlike last year, we were well-stocked with candy this Halloween. Which was good, since we got more trick-or-treaters than in past years.
One tiny kid showed up to the door wearing jeans, a raggedy white tank top, grease paint on his face, and smoking a fake cigarette.
Me: Hi. What are you supposed to be?
Kid: (with cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth) A tiger.
I decided not to ask questions, and just give him the candy.