Please don't give my son any more sweets.

We had lots of fun yesterday at Sioux Center's Hallelujah Party. The range of costumes was impressive, although there were entirely too many broody, make-up'ed vampires for my taste (I hate teenage girls, so, so much). Despite the several Tiggers, there was only one Eeyore, and he got many 'awwww!'s. A group of foreign exchange students took pictures with him. He didn't care about the camera; he was focused very intently on the cupcakes each had won at the cakewalk. ("issa cookie? say peese") They offered him one, but I had to decline, since he already had gotten candy from the bank teller, the Hardee's cashier, and the Walmart greeter. Yikes. No more sugar.
B was also much admired, even though she could care less. It's amazing (and quite wonderful) how she falls asleep anywhere. If only J would still do the same.
:s