MyMy bought a real (battery-operated) witch's broom from the Cracker Barrel. She brought it over to our house to show us how cute it is. Needless to say, the little people were totally psyched and loved dancing with it in the kitchen. As you can see, J got a little possessive about it when E tried to sneak in a spin. It may look like a total acid trip, but I swear the only drug used by this coven was caffeine! (Me thinks a little too much caffeine, perhaps.)
In true Miss E fashion, she kept scrunching up her nose and asking, "MyMy, this was your broom when you were a witch?" I am trying to convince her that her grandma is not, and has never been, a witch! Halloween may never be the same in our house.
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