bermudian pirates

 

 

 

 

Hallowe'en is always a risk:  Will people be home?  Will they have candy?  Will the kids be happy with their costume?  Will there be a wardrobe malfunction?  This year, it all just worked.  Unexpectedly, they both decided to be pirates (despite threats of Princess from Schuyler for months running up to it).  Then again, once you see Schuyler's hip vintage pirate outfit inherited from cousins Mitchell and Walker, you can see why a gal might want to take to the seven seas for an evening.  So our two pirates raided the neighbourhood on foot, pursued as always by their dogged parental units.  It's just so night to be out on foot - you see so much more and it just reminds you that, even in this removed and isolated age, there are still real neighbourhoods and just for a day you feel a sense of community.  The kids could not have enjoyed it more.  They haven't fully internalised the kind of politeness and manners we would like from them (occasionally, there was some real snatching of the candy out of the hands of the purveyors but then again these are pirates - what did they expect!?) but they had an absolute blast.  They were so thrilled with their bounty they could barely contain themselves.  We let them have a tiny bit before bed which was enough to have Charlie get sick on his bed and pajamas but I think he would agree it was worth it!