As I told you here and here, my first born wanted to be popcorn for Halloween. After saying time and time again that he wanted to be popcorn, we figured it high time to oblige him. Then, Halloween day, he comes home from church and says he wants to be a tower. We managed to convince him back to being popcorn, and while Daniel was sleeping, Daddy got to work and made the costume. Little Wesley, having no opinion–or at least no way to express one–wore a penguin costume that I bought him last year for crazy cheap after the 31st.