You know when you give your kids a bath and then leave them naked in a bedroom while you go to get a diaper and then you come back just in time to see the one who isn't potty trained having an accident on the floor and then the one who is potty trained bursts out laughing and proceeds to pee on the floor on purpose and then they both try to dance in it while you madly look for towels? Yeah. That's how our Halloween started. It ended with Paul and I hearing a strangely familiar noise as we were putting Norah in her jammies. Atticus had wandered down the hall about thirty seconds earlier and was now sitting outside her door spreading an entire family-sized jar of Vaseline all over himself and the floor (see third picture).