Clare's Dad

Early trick-or-treating at my aunt and uncle's house.

Last year, Clare put princess dresses behind her and was a pirate for Halloween. This year, she wanted to go back to the Disney store for a costume. But she didn’t pick a princess. Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty are been-there-done-that costumes for Clare, so she picked Alice because they both have yellow hair. Even better? Clare’s school shoes work with the costume so we didn’t have to buy any.

Speaking of school, this was the second cotume Clare wore today. The first was for school this morning. But here’s the catch—they don’t wear costumes because today is Halloween, they wear costumes because tomorrow is All Saints Day. Clare was her namesake—St. Clare—and wore a brown cloak over her shoulders. Because Clare (the orginal Clare that is) miraculously saw and heard the mass on the wall of her room when she was too ill to leave bed, she was named the patron saint of television in 1958. I was tempted to send Clare (our Clare that is) in her pajamas with a remote and call it a costume.

Happy Halloween, everyone.  Have a great weekend.