Halloween: there's a pilot in the house

Today is Halloween, and so all rules relating to eating crap seem to be forgotten. Ottawacker Jr. forsook his parents this evening (much to the relief of both of us) and has gone to a friend's house for dinner, and thence into the wilds of Alta Vista, where, he has been assured, there will be a significantly better haul of chocolate than he would get in our staid and boring area. He might not have used those words.

As a "disguise", he has gone as a pilot. Now either I have not understood the rules of Halloween or they have changed. Still, as long as he's happy. Good to see he is practising the sultry "hi, I'm a pilot" look.