Even though Peter’s still not really healthy, we didn’t want to be the mean parents who ruined Halloween, so we took him out trick-or-treating. He didn’t last long–40 minutes max–but at least he got to wear his costume and get some candy. He was an astronaut. Chalk it up to living in university student family housing, but one man who answered the door for trick-or-treating looked at Peter’s costume and said, “NASA, eh? So you must be a rocket scientist?” I don’t know how many rocket scientists wear helmets. Anyhow, here’s my little astronaut:
