Last year, it was mummies.  This year, she’s graduated (?) to skeletons.  Abigail spied this glow-in-the-dark skeleton at the store.  I’d say that it fascinated her, but I don’t think that’s an accurate word for running down the main aisle of Target, shrieking, and yelling, “Mommy!  Look!  Look!  Look at the skeleton!  It’s huge!  I love it!  I want it!  Please, please, please!!”   Fascination is probably too mild of a word.  I didn’t buy it, though.  At least not that day.  She continued to talk about the skeleton at home (telling her Daddy tales of the humongous skeleton) and every time we went in Target it was a repeat of the running and shrieking and yelling.  And, honestly?  I’m more than a little tickled that she gets as excited about Halloween decorations as I do.  So, I spent a good chunk of my Halloween budget for this year (what, you don’t have a Halloween budget?) on this guy. 

Really?  I think it may have been worth it.  As soon as we took it out of the box, she asked if she could dance with it.  The girls and the skeleton waltzed for a while and then she proceeded to give him kisses worthy of a 1940s movie (Scarlett O’Hara and Rhett Butler got nothing on this pair’s swoop kisses!)

She decided that she should take him swinging, because, as she says “My skeleton would love to swing!  I can push him and then we won’t fall off and break a bone!”

Then she wanted to bring him inside.  She asked if I would sing the song.  I asked her what song.  “You know, Mommy!  The song they sing when peoples get married and the bride walks down the row.”  Ummmm…well, then.  I told her that her Daddy would probably be upset if she married a skeleton while he was a work and refused to sing the Wedding March.

I love this girl and her Halloween goofiness!