Oh, shoot … I don’t know what you told my mom, but I’m doomed. After talking to you, the first thing she did was take away my pants. Then she gave me that funny look she always does just before she ends up making me look like a goof.

Now I gotta stand around and wait here ‘til she comes back with the first part of my costume.

Well, it could be worse. At least she said I’d get to choose what I wear this year. That’s good news, I guess.