Trick or treat, smell our feet

We celebrated Halloween last night at a neighborhood party hosted by one of Brian's co-workers. Jack was thrilled by the chance to dress up like a train conductor once again and carry his "pump."

The party featured an array of spooky snacks, including bloody fingers, ghosts on a log, spiders, monster pizzas, and my personal favorite, barf:

Afterward, about forty of us packed up, the youngest pulled in wagons, and began a trail up and down Mono City. Jack was a trooper. It took about three houses for him to get the hang of the whole trick-or-treating thing, but then he started inviting himself into people's houses. At one house, he even pulled a rocking chair around and picked up a book.