...shall we continue?
I'll take that as a yes with one abstention.
"Top of the morning."
"Yeah, I'm holding, holding on for dear life."
Dance of the Sugar Jones.
More, more, more, how do you like it, how do you like it?
Covered with sugar.
And this, the Blockbuster buzzkill mom would like you to believe, is what you'll see after one too many Pixie Stix.
Charmed, I'm sure. That little girl has a big bag and high hopes.
Can I interest you in a balloon for a wee bit of sugar?
God bless the child that's got a zip lock bag of candy.
The green t-shirt says "not lucky, just cute" (it should say "don't mind me, just crashing").
Word got round that the humans were looking for something else to throw when they ran out of treats. Any volunteers?
But it turned out the kids would rather we toss candy.
The accusatory "Where's my candy?" look from the blond boy, I've seen that look from blond boys before (note the green Bucky tee). Is that little girl crying?
Could you say "no" to these faces? You could if you had a camera in one hand and had to take candy from little cousin Gabe with the other. Did you know that Iggy Pop often visits Madison just before St. Paddy's?
I like a mom with her own collection of candy.
Little cousin Gabe is so Catholic (Irish, Italian, and Mexican) he's praying on his party beads for one of those green buckets.