Everytime I looked at Patrick in his tiger costume, I was brought back to a memory of French class when we learned the noun 'le tigre.' I can still see our teacher saying aloud, again and again.
So that's what my little guy was this year - le tigre! We went to a Halloween party over the weekend at my aunt's house. She's been doing the parties since I can remember and every year it just gets better. She makes homemade chili and hot dogs cooked in beer, and then my Grandma brings the pies - pumpkin & apple. Mmmmmm. It's festive, delicious, and full of costumes that should never set foot in public.
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