Growing up in Utah, I remember cold Halloween nights. A hot bowl of chili or stew before we went out and hot chocolate when we came back. This was the first year that Mason could really take part in Halloween, so the costume had to be right. I guess I should have remembered that Halloween in AZ is 80 degrees. The poor kid was sweating to death in this WOOL suit!
A whole new meaning to "CHICK" magnet!
Trick or Treating!
Goin' through our loot...
Makin' Halloween cookies with Mom.
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