
Here I am, happy, relaxed, looking pretty good. Nice fluffy fur. Pretty pearly white teeth. Adorable fuzzy ears. I look JUST FINE THIS WAY.

Then my mom got the bright idea that I might look cute as a bat. A BAT! Hello rabies! I don’t know any bats with purple satin wings. I really hate this hat thing. And the velcro itches.

Seriously? It’s not 1983. Dear Mother: I dare you to do this to YOUR hair. I will wear this IF AND ONLY IF you set the precedent.

This crustacean costume still smells like Henry. This was his favorite Halloween outfit. So get it off me. NOW.

I grow weary of your antics. My disposition is not well suited to a devil outfit. Again, this was Henry’s purview.