when i was 4 and my brother was 1 we went trick or treating. i was a rock star, and my brother, not yet able to speak, wasn't able to say what he wanted to be and therefore was left to my mother's discretion. she decided a brown paper bag would be a good costume. so she got a brown paper grocery bag, cut some arm and eye holes and put it on my brother. she then put him in his little red wagon and towed down the street as i went house to house (that is, to the 3 houses within walking distance of ours) trick or treating.
looking back on it now, i realize my brother, in that paper bag, was the first incarnation of awesome-o 2000.
--justin
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