He came running through a yard, feet crunching on the leaves in the grass.
“I got a Heath bar! Do you want it?”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
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“Mommy, that means there are two scary chainsaw guys. This one and the one down by our house.”
“No, Buddy. He used to live down by us, but he lives over here now.”
“Nope. There will be two.”
There was only one creepy Michael, but he was certainly enough.
[For more pictures of these costumes that I didn’t pick, read this post I wrote about the Infinite Sadness of Halloween.]