Hobbes's first Halloween

Hobbes as a fuzzy bear.

There really is no limit to how cruel a parent can be to a child. Case in point. While we didn't actually have any commitments for Halloween -- The Guy was working, and really the sprog is far too small to be interested in or have any investment in cruising the neighborhood for candy -- I chose to dress him up anyway, in a costume that (it turns out) was a few sizes too big for him.

This did not noticeably dim my enthusiasm for turning him into a great big lint ball of fun.

I have to say that he took the affront to his dignity with far more grace than I would have expected, doing little more than casting one look of burning reproach at his giggling mother before turning his attention to a concentrated effort to gum his way out of his new outfit. I took a few hasty photographs before setting him loose; lack of teeth aside, Hobbes has a ferocious grip with those tiny jaws, and I didn't particularly look forward to explaining to The Guy why his son was flopping about the house with a dead bear skin irretrievably trapped in his mandibles.