I'll be spending the next 8+ hours creating a Halloween experience with no fake blood, peeled grapes, cold spaghetti, candy apples, popcorn balls, or anything remotely scary for kids who pay entirely too much money to walk through a cardboard and duct-taped haunted house and collect their three (count 'em, three) pieces of candy while Maleficent gives them nightmares they won't recover from for months. My only consolation will be Hannah by my side, dressed as Toto.
There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home . . .