Well, the kids are Trick-or-treated out, the candy has been inspected and #2 seems determined to get himself into a sugar coma. This is why I distracted him and hid the candy in the freezer.
#3 is showering and washing the cammo paint off his face. He has gotten soap into his eyes twice so far. The screams are adding to the scaryness of the house. We have the Buffy the Vampire Slayer marithon on the boob-tube to give more scary sounds and increase the creepy atmosphere of the living room. Either that or I'm just drooling over David Boreanaz.
He's not Hugh, but he will do in a pinch.