Freaky Halloween

I'm finally getting around to writing about Halloween. This year Regan and Spencer insisted on being something "freaky". It doesn't matter that we already have a million costumes; Indiana Jones, or any other super hero, is just not acceptable for a Halloween costume. So, while at my Mom's, she took them shopping for something freaky.

Spencer picked out a skeleton. I'll have to admit, this skeleton was freakier than the skeleton with a smiley face that he wore a few years ago. Regan had wanted to be the Grim Reaper, but when he couldn't find a costume for it, he decided to be that awful Scream character that comes with blood you can pump through the mask.
Ben wasn't as excited about getting dressed up. Maybe because mice aren't freaky. My brothers swear that they're still traumatized by the fact that they were dressed in homemade squirrel and bunny costumes when they were little (don't listen to them Mom, I'm still impressed that you made our costumes).

Whatever the reason, he was okay once he realized he could get a bag of candy by dressing up.

We spent most the evening at our ward trunk-or-treat/party, which means NO MASKS. So instead, the boys painted their faces.

Hopefully they're still into "freaky" next year. Their costumes are big enough that I'll probably make them wear them again.