In which I inject a little bit of realism into my son’s scouting ambition. Okay, maybe not exactly realism…

If someone had done this to me when I was a little guy, I would have been absolutely terrified.

Sometimes, I think the scariest costume I could wear would be a simple sign saying “your husband” on it…

I’m all for a show with my meal, but this one didn’t quite fit the mood.

I’m not sure what the parenting books would say about this particular method of dealing with rejection, but it sure feels right to me.

In which carefully prepared activities, designed for fun and silliness, are soundly beaten by a tree. In retrospect, it was never even a contest.

Every once in a great while, there’s a moment when everything goes absolutely right. This was one of those moments.

In which my darling children take my delicate ego into their loving hands, and then do their very best to shred it to bits. Enjoy!

Looking to spice up your October? Just add zombies!

The big guy was embarrassed by this one, but he shouldn’t have been. There was simply nothing he could do.