Today mom was all, "Juj, it's such a beautiful day! Let's have a Halloween photo shoot in case the real Halloween is freezing!" And I was all, "Will there be candy?!" Dry, plain Cheerios do not count as candy. Lame.
I kept telling mom I was a duck (I thought quacking made it obvious) but she still insisted on making lame chicken-peep road-crossing jokes.
I wasn't trying to get to any sides. I was trying to visit some other ducks and look for 'copters.
No 'copters today. Lame.
While still keeping an eye and a beak out for 'copters, I practiced my ducky waddle instead.
I'm pretty sure ducks like to relax on cement steps when they're not swimming and waddling.
I'm not positive, but I have reason to believe I'm the cutest ducky-peep ever.
Just for fun, I tried out my bee-peep costume too (with matching bee bink of course).
Bees love plastic bags, you know. It's probably their second favorite thing besides honey.
Even though I make a pretty great bee-peep, my buzzing skills are not as refined as my quacking skills, so I think I'm going to stick with my ducky costume for Halloween. Plus it's super toasty cozy in case it's eleventy thousand below zero when I'm out trick-or-treating.
Before we went inside, mom was all, "Let's get another picture like last year!" and Sissy and I were all, "That sounds mega lame!" You might think we cooperated but don't worry, I had the last laugh. I'm totally holding mom's phone watching Elmo on Youtube in this picture. Peep-bribing win.