Scott: You say hunting in Colorado would be your personal hell. This. This is my personal hell right now. You making me look like a hobo.
Me: You know what, Scott. I’m glad it’s your personal hell. You fit the part better. You’re a zombie. Not a hobo.
Scott: I’m not even walking with you. I’m passing out beer and candy with the other dads.
Me: The kids will love it. We are the masters at Halloween. No one will top us.
Scott: You just want a damn picture.
Oh, but where is Kate you ask? She took the pictures.
Kate also went trick-or-treating without a costume. She refused to be a zombie or the witch costume she picked out. She wanted her normal clothes. That’s right, ‘hood – Kate played all of you. The trick is on you. She took your candy and ran.
The morning after tradition: The King of Pop drinks from the best cup in the house. Oh, would you look at that – so did the Duchess of Cambridge.