Poor Jake. I’ve made us dress up as a family since Eliza was born. When she was a baby, we all did Peter Pan. When she was one, we did witches and wizards. Last year, we did this:
And I did this to Jake:
An I got grounded from dressing us up as a family. Mostly because I glued those bolts to his neck. Jake may not have been happy as a Frankenstein’s Monster, but Eliza was SO happy to be Frankenstein:
For those of you who celebrate, who are you going as?