We had a Happy Huckaween

In August I asked The Son what he wanted to be for Halloween. Fresh off a weekend at FFiL and MMiL’s new compound,  he said he wanted to be Pappaw.  Hmm.  A costume of Pappaw would include jeans, a plaid button up shirt, a cell phone in a holster and a tray of bread.  (Pappaw owns a bread route).  I took creative license and instead he was GREAT Pappaw Huckablog.

Great Pappaw Huckablog was a radioman on an escort destroyer during WWII.   Because The Son has OCD parents…all of the patches and pins on this costume are authentic and accurate.  (eBay still has some cool stuff for cheap!)

We went trick or treating at the independent living center (i.e.  elderly people but not a nursing home)  a week before Halloween.  His Navy uniform fit perfectly.  The Thursday before Halloween I put his costume on him for his school party…and the shirt was too small!  I did not wash it.  He just flat out grew that much, that fast.   In all of these pictures it was safety pinned up the back to keep from gaping open.

Keeping with the WWII theme, I was Rosie the Riveter (tangent:  a SHOCKING amount of people my age had no idea who Rosie the Riveter was.  What’s up with that public education?!).  The Husband was SUPPOSED to be THIS poster, but he refused.  He was being a Halloween scrooge this year.   I talked him into wearing his alien shirt my parents got him in Roswell NM, but he would not wear the tin foil hat that went with it either.  Bah humbug.  No pictures of Scrooge this Halloween.

MMiL, FFil and BiL  were on hand to make it a thoroughly Huckablog Family Halloween.  BiL was a Vampiriate, FFiL was a troll?  I think?  (Take note of the jeans, plaid shirt, and cell phone holster.  I know where my hubs gets his desire for a “uniform”).  MMiL was a lovely Halloween princess.  Pappaw must have thought she was lovely too..what is he doing in this picture?  Never mind.  I don’t want to know.

BiL brought along his two friends who are girls.  They were nice, if a bit confused by Halloween in general.  That is all I am going to say about that.

That makes SEVEN adults IN COSTUME to take ONE three year old trick or treating.  He knocked on exactly a dozen doors, then announced that Trick or Treating was hard work, and that he was done.

And he was.  He still got a nice candy haul…after people saw that salute they just dumped handfuls of candy into his bag.

So, how was your Halloween? What were you? What were your kiddos?

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