"My newest ghoulfriend is grand, son."

What a treat it is to wander the cotton candied clouds of the imagination; especially through the skies found in the eyes of a 3-year-old boy. Halloween 2009, and I was luckiest "tricker" this year when I joined my grandson, John, Schbvonne, Grandma Valerie and Grandma Sharon (Schbvonne's mom; first visit to Nashville).

He was a pirate.
Dad was a pirate.

Mom was a piratess.

Three scalawags searching for sugary treasures.
As for me, I decided to feature my devilishly handsome looks.

And convinced as I was that in offering FREE KISSES I'd have to tear away all the women who adhered to me in anticipation....

all I am left with are the sweet bites I will be goblin up and savoring forever.



Yummy.

For emphasis.

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