I dunno, candy just tastes better when you didn’t have to work for it, or pay for it. I’ll consider my pittance of candy, snuck from her haul while she sleeps, a tax towards the fact we spent sixty! whole! dollars! to buy an astronaut costume from Amazon, because apparently astronauts were Not Vogue enough this year for any local store to carry one, and I love my daughter too much to make her wear something her ten-thumbed mother crafted together for her costume.

She wore her helmet for all of about ten minutes, of course, but while she did, almost every comment was “oh, look! A spaceman! He’s so cute!” Really??