My baby makes a purty cute scarecrow, right? She wore her costume to school today, and then to the park, where she acquired her first splinter, and then to the coffee shop, where everyone thought she was a boy baby. When Papa Lion came home, we went trick-or-treating and let Tessa eat four pieces of candy. She then ran around all the rooms of our downstairs shrieking at the top of her lungs before we finally pinned her down, removed the splinter, and put her to bed. It was a good day. Happy Halloween, you good people!
