Dad said I looked like something from The Village, but I told him I am not from the village, I am from mommy's belly.
Daddy was going to dress up as the big bad wolf, but that was too scary so he decided to be the hero hunter who kills the wolf.
It was so much fun. While trick or treating, Daddy scared away a dog that was coming after me with the wolf's head. What fun.
After a long, tiring day of begging for candy and developing an instinct for entitlement, mommy and daddy taught me about the evils of streetwalkers. I am at a stage now where every other word out of my mouth is "why?". When I asked why a girl was dressed as a streetwalker, daddy told me she was bad and I would learn more about her when I get older. Why does it seem like every explanation has to wait until I am older?
My final thought for the day is: what does spiderman really do?

Look, I can be cute.