Nicholas was a little more undecided. However, he finally settled on the idea of being a cyclist. He borrowed my US Postal Service jersey from the Lance Armstrong days and wore a bike helmet and his black, tight long underwear. I joked with Kathleen that we should get him a few syringes labeled with "EPO" for the growth factor erythropoeitin Lance illegally took. Ultimately, we decided that that would be in poor form and skipped it.
Fun was had by all, and they both had a big haul of candy. Fortunately, they are both good at sharing with me. :)
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