So, Nolan says, “Dad. Take a picture of my mustache.” I am thinking something like a milk mustache or some other food on his upper lip. He completely went in a different direction. Well done sir.
Nolan wanted to camp out. So, I built us a big tent using several king size blankets, a couple of light stands with the cross bar, sand bags and some creative use of the wall art. We had a campfire of Lincoln Logs and told stories around the iPad.
The boys helped Mom pick up the leaves, but ended up just throwing them at each other.
Nolan went with the scary ghost pumpkin and Koben more for the traditional triangle-eyed version. But they both agree that the best part is scooping out the guts (even though Nolan watched as Mom scooped out his).