Rocketboy!

Seeing as to how we're mere hours from election day, let's buck up on the cute, 'cuz tomorrow is going to be U-G-L-Y.


5... 4... 3... 2... 1...


Ignition...


Blast-off!

L'il wobs took a little while to catch the hang of trick-or-treating. At his first house, he kept ringing the doorbell, then he tried to bumrush the house rather than take candy. By the time the following picture was taken, he'd gotten the hang of it: