Unfortunately, I was a victim of censorship this year: We have a hand-me-down hot dog costume for Elliot, and I had hoped to pair that with a reprise of my turn-of-the-century meatpacker outfit from last year. You know, to show the full cycle (from steer to cylindrical meat product).
Kelly rejected the idea out of hand. Apparently she doesn't like the idea of our son being exsanguinated*, processed and pumped full of nitrites.
Doesn't she realize I have to use that plastic butcher's knife at least three times before it pays for itself!
*word of the day.
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