Boo, Indeed

After helping to shephard six small children around the neighborhood last evening and reading way too much Michael Shaara, I had a dream last night that I was General Lee conducting a trick-or-treat campaign in enemy territory. I remember a battle map with little jack o'lanterns on it and worrying about keeping all of my forces concentrated. And while I don't recall whether any witch cavalry was involved, I was concerned that I didn't know the ground I was moving over.

Either I'm taking too much cough syrup or not enough, I'm not sure which.

Incidently, if you're curious, the seven year old dressed up as Bugs Bunny this year, although the costume the Missus found on E-Bay made her look more like Neanderthal Bugs than his modern descendant. Meanwhile, the five year old went as Cinderella (post-bippity-boppity-boo, of course). She was so pleased with her costume that she was positively radiant and looked, well, like a princess. The three year old went as the Little Mermaid in another hand-made costume the Missus found on E-Bay. It included a long, red wig that got rather tempest-tossed as the evening wore on, giving her the appearance of an amphibious Medusa.