Last night wasn't all about the kids, though. Besides indulging in the perks of their labor, there was some enjoyment for adults-only. (Not the kind you're thinking of even though Peter said the word strippers leaving my daughter and I looking at one another confused as to what he meant.) Year after year, the same house erects (not a fan of that word) a mock graveyard of things gone by. It's quite the gathering spot in the neighborhood, where adults sheepishly cover their smiles and children ask questions that take too much explaining to answer. Before viewing the images, follow this disclaimer:
Must abandon all politically correct tendencies to enjoy the sardonic humor.