this is where csaba chastises me for not cleaning zsolt's face. sorry, i haven't done that in two years. there's no point.

trick or treeeeaaaat!

from behind he looks like a british naval officer. zsolt that is...


after a few houses he got the hang of it again and started running to each house.

unruly, red eyed child wielding a knife. nice.



woooo disembodied head

i believe the words from both of them were 'ewwww!'

the look on my face says....

ARRRGGHHH!!!!

'two'

RUN

here

there...

everywhere...

he modified his shirt, i like it better. here, he was pretending to go to school.