What I wish I were doing tonight: answering the door for trick-or-treaters while watching game seven of the World Series.
This afternoon was the costume carnival at Highland. Our sixth and seventh graders usually dress up in costumes and then help run it. Christopher went as a bespeckled middle-aged preacher with my sport coat, my tie, and a bald spot he taped on. It was a great costume, but I can’t figure out who he was supposed to be. 
Well, if he were bespectacled, I would say he might be you. But bespeckled? I’m stumped.
How big of bald spot are we talking about? Cope size or Harris size?
Chris is a great young man Mike.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Benny Hinn? Wait, no, you didn’t say comb-over.
I wanted to go as Joel Quile, but I wasn’t tall enough.
Plus I can’t grow facial hair.
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