Last night we were joined by cousins Jerome (the Jawa) and Greta (Irish step dancer). The girls had to be dropped off early at dance class, but the boys brought in a monstrous haul of candy that is only tempting me to gluttony and cavities. My favorite part of the night was watching Karsten hold Jerome's hand between houses, because it was a little tough for him to see in the dark. At one point Jerome walked right in to the back of a parked truck and fell flat on his rear, but he jumped right back up with a cheery "I'm OK!".
