I like to call this one "Sarah and the coven".
Except for the fact that I needed to remain mute all evening (that is one hard accent to master), I enjoyed walking in Sarah's shoes - only not literally. After dinner at a neighbors, but before trick-or-treating began, I needed to put on my Alaskan boots in order to maintain my caribou Barbie look and actually be able to walk.
And one last time: what's the difference between a homeschool mom and a Pug?
Yup. Lipstick. Oh, and not barking near as much.