The first thing you should know is Bossy stayed home on Halloween in order to slurp bowl after bowl after sister mercy bowl of soup, and to answer the door when the kids in the neighborhood came Trick-or-Treating, even if kids no longer say Trick-or-Treat but rather just ring the doorbell and stand there fashioning blank stares and outstretched arms.
The next thing you should know is Bossy only answered the door once, choosing to send peons in her stead. And the next thing you should know is Bossy woke up very late this morning and is therefore still foggy and typing things like Peons in her stead.
Next: Bossy didn’t even actually see this kid’s costume, which her husband later described, and so obviously Bossy didn’t take a photo of the kid’s costume either. But Bossy wants to tell you about it anyway.
First we’ll need a kid. So Bossy googled kid images:
No, this image won’t do at all. He was nothing like this. Bossy returned to her Google image search:
Not bad, but the kid wasn’t a girl. The search for kid continued:
This clearly wasn’t working out. So Bossy tried an image search using the word boy instead:
Nope. Back to Google:
This is perfect! If Bossy was looking for a kid from the civil war! Which she is not! She needs to find a regular kid.
OK, fine. Bossy will use this image:
So there the kid stood, in his jeans and his t-shirt and his bored expression, hand held out for candy. So, Crackhead Bossy, what was so special about this kid’s Halloween costume, you may ask?
It was the sign around his neck:
What was the best costume you saw?