A Pyte Halloween Party
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Come on, please!” Izzy begged excitedly as she held up the Incredible Hulk costume that she’d found at the grocery store and just had to buy.
“Not happening,” Chris said, not bothering to look up as he carefully placed his sleeping son in his crib.
“No,” he simply said as he looked in on his other children and his baby brothers, all fast asleep and blissfully unaware how close they all were to being dressed up as minions for the Halloween party that the sugar crazed woman sitting in the corner had decided to throw.
“Come on! This would look great on you!” she said, holding up the horribly made costume with an excited smile.