This year Halloween was perfect. The weather was seasonably cool but not too cold. Margot had a parade at school and then trick-or-treated with a gaggle of friends while Brodie and I walked around with the parents. We tried to trick or treat at Carl Kasell's house but it was dark. (That's the funny thing about Washington, DC. While living on Long Island, the big thrill was trick-or-treating at the Amityville Horror House. In DC, it's trick-or-treating at the house of an NPR correspondent. It's certainly a different world here.)
So this year, Margot was a cowgirl.
Brodie was Taliban.
And I was Marcel Marceau (well, really just a generic mime).
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