A little wicked

A witch and her familiar visited our house yesterday

She was one mean witch

Preschool was anti-witch, so for the school parade Edith did pretty princess(-witch) in dress and shoes, no broom, hat or makeup.

With Torrey and Sarah


Alice enjoyed the parade, too

Trick-or-treating later in Oz--er, our old seminary neighborhood

We also made some special visits by car. Here's Edith with her babysitter, who was dressed as an iceberg preparing to go out with a Titanic friend

At our neighbor and friend Mrs. Harding's, Edith found her long-lost mother

Earlier in the day Edith enjoyed a sweeter alter ego on a playdate with new ballet class friend, Helen. It was hands down the best playdate we've ever had: the girls ran right off and played together sweetly, jumping into imaginary play in which they seemed to be on the same wavelength, never needing us to umpire any disputes or mete out any discipline. Edith didn't opt out, come hang at my side, and ask me to tell her stories, as she often does. Only when the girls were called for lunch did they come, and then they ate hungrily while we adults continued to talk. I was waiting for Edith to protest the artisan bread with crusts still on, but she dug in. When I gave her the five-minute warning that we were leaving, there were no protests or tears from either side. Helen's mom seemed as struck by the smoothness of the affair, and we agreed we'll definitely need to do this again.

There was time for one more persona before bed, a pirate

Even a rainy night didn't put out Edith's jack-o-lantern

Thanks to Brian Critz for what were, of course, the best pictures in the bunch, #2 and 3. Thanks to Mor-mor for the costumes!