So there you have it. We were Peanuts characters for Halloween. I went the homespun route and pieced together most of the costumes from our own closets and the clearance rack at local stores - which made for a more subtle disguise than I might have originally intended. Owen's was certainly the only stand-alone outfit. Scott's appearance and mine didn't make much sense to people without him around. In fact, I could gauge my proximity to Owen just by the level of confusion with which people gazed at me. When people walked past me and kept staring over their shoulder so long that I thought they might run into a post, I knew I'd let myself get separated from the pack.
My favorite wrong guess for who Scott was supposed to be? The hamburglar. I admit the mask and cape were misleading (I was going for this.) And the absence of the little piano was a near fatal flaw in his costume, but the "I Love Beethoven" pin should have been a great clue that he was Schroeder. Right? Well if Scott had to suffer the humiliation of being misidentified, at least he was able to enjoy being right: "I told you nobody was going to know who I am."
And my favorite comment about my costume? That I looked like Lady Heather, the dominatrix from CSI. I aimed for wholesome 1950's cartoon character and landed on Vegas madam instead. Not a bad miss; I simply helped Lucy put the strip in comic strip.
Owen would like to thank Sarah Elizabeth, Uncle Drew, Laura, and Uncle Tommy & Aunt Charolette for letting him come by to trick-or-treat. What fun!