Chubby

I was laying in bed with Wm trying to convince him to settle down and go to sleep. He was quiet for a minute and I thought I may be winning, but then he just slowly reached over, poked me twice in the cheek and goes, "chubby, chubby."  Aaaaand, that is why he is evil.

He has also taken to wearing components of his Halloween costume all around.  We had to run to the store, and this is what he wore:

The boots in 50 degree weather really make it.

The best part is, after going out in the above outfit, the next morning, as he was putting on this outfit I laid out, he goes, "I don't like this shirt."  I go, "just put it on, man - it's fine," and he goes, "it is embarrassing to wear this shirt out!" Clearly, wearing skeleton leggings, huge moon boots, and skeleton gloves out to the store is A-OK.  But wearing a gray flannel button-up shirt is soooooo humiliating.