Well, now that you have been warned, it's time to get to the substance of this post: namely, the horror that Sarah has forced me to endure for my second Halloween on this earth. Not one, not two, but THREE new costumes (plus this shark one from a couple months ago). Seriously, Sarah, there are children in the world who don't have this many costumes over the course of their entire childhoods.
First up, a football costume.
A football, in costume form. Because Sarah was evidently not content with my multiple football-related clothing items.
Next, Sarah broke out the headless horseman:
It's the headless horseman. Actually, it should probably be renamed the headless dogman, as I am not a horse.
But, Sarah saved something horrible - just horrible - for my final outfit. Now, I had thought that the worse costume she could possibly put me in was a cat costume. That would have been humiliating. I should have known Sarah was more dastardly than that.
Turns out, there are squirrel costumes available.
I hate squirrels. But not as much as I hate squirrel costumes. Or Sarah.