Ezra was a biker. A really nice, cute, little biker. Here we are getting his beard ready.
He thought the eyeliner pencil was something he should probably examine with his mouth. It made it especially hard to draw the beard because he kept moving his little face to eat it wherever I was drawing.
Here we are getting ready to give out candy. I was a gypsy, Tanner was a protester, and Baby Boy, as you know, was a little biker (with Halloween socks).
He tried to keep in character the whole time with his thug face.
Here he is trying his best to pose for his photoshoot.
He had a lot of fun playing with his pants and making long drool strings.
There was a bit when he wasn't having as much fun.
But he recovered.
He was just a little hungry!
And that's our Halloween!