Year One, Aged Ten Months
Injury: Fell head-first off our porch (just a few steps, really, but OFF THE PORCH) and got a splinter in his nose.
Year Two, Aged 2
Costume: Cookie Monster
Injury: Tripped on the sidewalk, biting through his bottom lip and getting a face full of roadrash. That year he also got spooked by one of our asshole neighbors (hi shitheads!) and remained mute for much of the evening.
Year Three, Aged 3
Injury: Bouncing around the living room after a sugar binge, supervised by GRANDMA, busted his nose on the coffee table resulting in an awfully bloody nose and a fainting mother.
Year Four, Aged 4
Costume: SpiderMan (A-frickin-gain. Me: Don't you want to be Iron Man or something instead? This costume has cool built-in muscles! Him: NOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH, WHY DO YOU HAAAATE MEEEEEEEEE...)
Injury: We head out this evening around five o'clock EST, so I'll let you know. And if there isn't any, I'll be sure to trip him up on the way back into the house for good measure.
Happy Halloween punks!
(PS: I'll be going as a witch, naturally.)