Starfish Invasion aka: Halloween!!
What could be scarier than the streets of Chicago taken over by three suck-thristy mutations from the sea? It was a good plan, but the littlest starfish was so cute that citizens of Chicago were too threatened. So, a bit of history in regards to what I have named Starfish Gate, a crisis that occurred when Brock and I went on his school field trip to the pumpkin patch. Which there are no pictures of. Because that day, pardon my french, SUCKED (and not in an awesome starfish way). It was 15 degrees colder than anticipated, and Brock, who was so excited to wear his costume, has a breakdown and would not wear it. Which was a shame because I had chosen his layers of warmth based on the edition of a giant felt body sack (as seen above). The whole class was miserable. Here is Brock's number in the works. He insisted that his starfish be "purplish-pink", and that the boy starfishes were all purplish-pink. Girl starfishes, aka, mommy starfish was allowed to be