Angry Mob

The boy and I stopped by the local Halloween store this afternoon to secure some face paint for his cat costume. As we strolled the store, admiring headless ghosts and bloody hand stumps, we came across a devil's pitchfork.

The child was smitten, and held it up, announcing, "I could carry this around and be an angry mob."

Obviously, I bought the pitchfork.

After homework was complete and a snack had been secured, I came downstairs ready to work out only to find that JT was an angry mob of one. The sign on the pitchfork reads, "We Want Candy."

Good thing that Halloween is around the corner.