Grrrowrrr!
James was a growly tiger for Halloween:
(Yes, that is a Langensheidt pocket German-English dictionary he's holding. No, I don't know why.)
His daycare did a Halloween parade and trick-or-treating around the office building, so we put on his costume in the morning (which is when these photos were taken). At first, he was a bit startled, but as soon as he looked in the mirror he got a huge grin and started growling.
Unfortunately, having worn it for a couple of hours earlier in the day, he had pretty much had it with the costume by the time evening rolled around, so he just paraded around for the evening dressed all in black, with whiskers, and didn't want to go trick-or-treating at the neighbors. I suppose I ought to have told people he was a black cat.
James's finest moment came a while after it was time for big kids to be out trick-or-treating, however. I answered the door to a ghost, an alien, and Darth Vader, and James came wheeling up behind me on a riding locomotive. As soon as he caught a glimpse of the trick-or-treaters--none of whom had visible human faces--he shrieked in terror and sped back away on the train. It took a few minutes to calm him down, poor kid.
But that did not stop him from coming to the rescue when the next group of trick-or-treaters arrived. I was in the basement flipping the laundry, and so Augusta answered the door. James--who was clearly terrified of what might be lurking behind the front door, but who I think is cognizant of the fact that Mama is nine months pregnant and needs some looking after--did not want her to have to face the unseen dangers alone. So he boldly marched into the front hall, quivering in fear but ready to face whatever terrors might have rung the doorbell.
That, dear readers, is true bravery.
I think the poor guy is worried now that we'll get more trick-or-treaters. Each evening since Halloween he's been giving the front door nervous glances.
(Yes, that is a Langensheidt pocket German-English dictionary he's holding. No, I don't know why.)
His daycare did a Halloween parade and trick-or-treating around the office building, so we put on his costume in the morning (which is when these photos were taken). At first, he was a bit startled, but as soon as he looked in the mirror he got a huge grin and started growling.
Unfortunately, having worn it for a couple of hours earlier in the day, he had pretty much had it with the costume by the time evening rolled around, so he just paraded around for the evening dressed all in black, with whiskers, and didn't want to go trick-or-treating at the neighbors. I suppose I ought to have told people he was a black cat.
James's finest moment came a while after it was time for big kids to be out trick-or-treating, however. I answered the door to a ghost, an alien, and Darth Vader, and James came wheeling up behind me on a riding locomotive. As soon as he caught a glimpse of the trick-or-treaters--none of whom had visible human faces--he shrieked in terror and sped back away on the train. It took a few minutes to calm him down, poor kid.
But that did not stop him from coming to the rescue when the next group of trick-or-treaters arrived. I was in the basement flipping the laundry, and so Augusta answered the door. James--who was clearly terrified of what might be lurking behind the front door, but who I think is cognizant of the fact that Mama is nine months pregnant and needs some looking after--did not want her to have to face the unseen dangers alone. So he boldly marched into the front hall, quivering in fear but ready to face whatever terrors might have rung the doorbell.
That, dear readers, is true bravery.
I think the poor guy is worried now that we'll get more trick-or-treaters. Each evening since Halloween he's been giving the front door nervous glances.
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