There are two main categories in the shop~Whore and Horror. Here's how it went...
Jules~"MOM! MOM! Can I have blood on me for Halloween? Like running down my face and stuff?"(jumping up and down, almost screeching with delight)
Me~"No, I'm sorry. I went as far as I could go letting you be a football player."(shaking my head with faux sorrow)
Jules~"Ooooo. I luuuuuuvvvvv those pointy vampire fingers. (referring to sharp metal claws that evil, murdering people wear on one finger.) Can I get one? Pllleeeeeeeeaasee!"(dancing around like she needs to wee)
Me~"Not only no, but 'H' no." (calmly and with a raised brow)
Jules~"Oh my gosh, Mom. That is sooooo cooooool! I love those sooooo much! Can I be that for Halloween next year?" (referring to a corpse mask with partial skin stretched over sinew and patches of bloody hair)
Me~(silence...thoughtful silence) "Do you just want to be exactly opposite of me?"
Jules~"Well, I don't want to. I just am." (laughing and oblivious to the implication that she "doth not seek for mine approval," walks away to look at more gore)
Out of the mouths of babes.