It was scary because of. . .
. . .how much orange spit up came out of Ginny and onto her cute bunny costume made by Granny Annie.
. . . how quickly I ate the bone that was suppose to help calm my nerves while the trick or treaters came.
. . .how many times Ginny woke up crying that night.
. . .how little sleep Heidi and Gerrit got.
. . . how many trick or treaters still knocked even though all the lights were out at our house.
. . .how much candy there is left because Heidi was taking care of sick and (teething?) Ginny and couldn't answer the door.
. . .how long Gerrit's beard got before Halloween.
. . .how Amish he looked with just a few strokes of the razor.
. . .how easy it was to spend money on a costume that Ginny didn't even wear except for the following picture. (We bought it before we knew Granny Annie was making one for Ginny. Heidi feels bad to take it back after Halloween and didn't get to it before.)
. . .how my wild animal instincts came out when I saw Ginny as a bunny. (I've always wanted to catch one.)
. . .how close my dream of catching a bunny came.
Is Halloween always this scary?