Daddy, if you couldn't guess, was the King himself, Elvis. And Mommy was something creepy, not quite a ghost, not quite a witch. The entire motif could not be pulled off because part of the costume would not fit. Mommy's packed on a few #s.
Ella tried to keep up with the neighbor kids but took too long inspecting her loot after each house so she fell behind. Then she literally fell and had a major meltdown at the bottom of the hill cul-de-sac. Mommy managed to calm her down and wipe the snot enough for her to go to a few more houses. Then, she was pooped and Mommy had to carry Ella and her big, full bag of candy up the long hill. Mommy is thinking Daddy will take her next year and she'll stay behind and hand out candy.
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