You know, you just can't have Halloween without a little blood and gore. Only, usually it's all pretend. Not the case here in my household where having three young, raucous boys means having an adequate, involuntary blood donation available at all times.
Now, if only my middle child, LW (pronounced L-dub, of course) had opted to be a back-from-the-dead something or other for Halloween, it would have saved me some time on the make-up. But noooooooo, he wanted to be Spiderman which means clean up time for me. Fantastic.