After a while, we rang the bell, but nobody answered. We banged on the door. Still, no one. Then Sharon and Lauren pulled up and said, "um, Rebecca, that's the wrong house." Oops!
The party was fun once we found the right house. We had a monkey, a puppy dog, a Super Girl, and a chick.

This afternoon, Delia helped us get ready for the hordes of trick-or-treaters we expected to see. Here she is testing the candy:
And here she is trying to pull off her wings:
The end of the evening was kind of a bust. Our little ladybug passed out at 6:30, so no trick-or-treating for her. We had maybe a dozen kids at the door, which leaves us with a lot of chocolate. Maybe we'll save it for next year...

