A certain five-year-old, who has recently been appointed Minister of Holiday Cheer in this here house, has been expressing his deep disappointment over our lack of Halloween decor.
Sorry, boy — it’s just not my thing. But! We do live to serve:
A quick raid on the craft box yielded scraps of fun foam, felt, and construction paper; a good time was had by all. I need to hang them in their appointed places [the boy thinks of everything] today in order to bring us up to specs, and then I have designs on surprising him with a certain festive wreath. Here’s hoping that eases the pain of not having a giant inflatable whatever in the yard.