I am in Eugene. Henry is in Whittier. We just "talked" over the phone. The phone slobber must mean he misses me. (No! I don't care what you say. He misses me.) I am sure Greg is spoiling him.
Now, back to the halloween theme - since I cannot torment Henry with halloween outfits at a distance, I had Stephie dress up for me. This was at the more cheerful time - pre-oral surgery. A time still full of hope that the fractured jaw would all go away before it was time to collect halloween candy. The right hand picture is ten hours after the oral surgeon finished with her. All thoughts of solid candy are out of her mind. Melted chocolate and ice cream is about as close as she will get for the next six weeks.
It could be worst! At least the jaw is held in place with pegs and bands instead of being wired shut - and as always, Steph manages to remain pretty cheerful or at least grateful for any small blessings.