
A few days before Halloween, the girls and I made a cake to donate for the cakewalk at our church's halloween party. Unfortunately neither of girls won a cake in the cakewalk and they decided to torment
the family who won our cake until they invited us over the next day to have a slice with them
(Boo Radley ran over to the 33 year old male winner and yelled "hhheeyyy that's MY cake").

Halloween night. I gave in and let Roo princessizes herself, even eyeshadow. Boo was suppose to be a witch
(again) when she decided disco fit her mood better, the wig only lasted two houses before it was too scratchy. After 20 minutes of trick-r-treating Roo stated she had plenty of candy and was ready to go home
(not her mother's daugther obviously).