And this is one of those things. It was Halloween 2000, I think. Reed wanted to be a cowboy. We had just gotten back from Montana, and Grandpa had gotten these great hats for all the boys.
As trick-or-treating time approached, Reed fell to pieces. He wanted to be a ghost. I’m not sure who – 5-1/2 year old Davis or 3-1/2 year old Reed – cut the holes in the sheet, but there you have it.
And to top it off, he did not want to be a ghost after all.
He wanted to be a cowboy ghost.
I’ve never seen a cuter one.