A/N: Requested anonymously on tumblr. I have no idea what this is so please don't hurt me.

Family Halloween costumes, that's what it is! Right, right, right... Enjoy :)

"Witch!"

"Honey, we can't all go as witches," Andy tries to ease Robbie into picking something different this year.

"Why not?" She asks with the same annoyed tone her mother has when she chimes in with another:

"And why not?"

Andy struggles with that for a moment, trying to pinpoint why exactly two infants can't be baby witches.

"How are we supposed to get makeup on babies? Isn't that, like, not good?" Andy asks, seriously.

"Why?" And with that, without realizing, Andy had started an inquisitive ball rolling for Robbie.

"Uh… because it's bad for, for their skin?"

"Why?

"Because it hurts it," Andy tries, hoping it would stall her brain out on the simple answer.

"Why? Does mommy's makeup hurt me?" She asks it so plainly that Andy's face burns and April perks up.

In the meanwhile of the conversation, she's been busy keeping Jack up to date on how to hold a baby and not do anything stupid. Lucy is fast asleep, but her sister refused to go at the same time for the requisite hour and a half before she rioted herself back awake. At least there was some extra help this time around. Thank God for that, because she swears that she heard Robbie say she's been getting into her makeup.

"I, uh…" he starts. Andy's eyes wander, unblinking and wide, over to April and she simply mouths, Later. "It's not the same, right? They were just born a little while ago…"

"Oh." Robbie nods. Andy sighs relief, but he's quickly cut off with another, "Why?"

April leaves them alone to mentally spar, something that never gets old. She's not sure why it bothers her that Andy and Robbie get into her makeup, perhaps because this is the first time she's hearing about it and apparently it's been going on behind her back. Without her to join in on the fun.

Her husband and daughter absolutely useless to decide what to be, she tries Jack in the living room. One of the twins – April's been so tired lately that for a moment she forgets which is in his arms but the V sewn into the little hat on her head (thanks, Leslie) is enough to jog her foggy brain.

"Hey bud, you know how we're gonna go as a group costume…"

"'Cause it's easier and cheaper?" he says, the last word quieter than the others.

"Yeah…"

"It'll be cool." He shrugs from his seat on the couch.

"Well, your dad is busy–"

"Bug, it just works that way, okay!" Andy interrupts, led out of the kitchen and through the living by his hand.

"But why!?" Robbie nearly shouts, and April has to stifle her laughter.

"Yeah," April doesn't bother to finish what she was trying to say before. "So, any ideas?"

"I wanted to go as a knight, remember?"

"Yeah, I know… maybe your dad could be a dragon or something…"

"You could be the dragon?"

April gives him a very pointed look and he giggles but stops talking. "But what are they going to be?"

"They could go as baby dragons!"

"Or dragon eggs!" With a white pillow case thrown over her, Sam barges into the conversation, voice muffled and her eyes mostly hidden behind the poorly cut holes.

"And who are you?" April asks, feigning fear.

"The... uh, ghost!"

"The castle's ghost," Jack says like he's just figured out how to sneak an extra few hours past bedtime.

"So what's dad gonna be?" April asks, amused by this bizarre think tank.

"Uh..." Sam trails off and her pillow case slumps in thought.

There's silence for a while and then a bundle of black as tall as Robbie and with little hands cupping where a mouth should be - April's pretty sure that's one of her dresses piled on her - yells out a trumpeting, "Duh dun dah!"

And out pops Andy, an exquisite pink on his cheeks and a poor blend of odd reds that look like magic marker, smudged concealer, and a touch of sparkles. Leaping another step forward, he jams his fists at his hips with a dramatic flair and tilts his head back, chin high to the sky.

A fluffy pink tutu they bought for Robbie that she consequently hated (after declaring it her favorite thing ever just minutes before in the store they left that day) is strapped to his waist. It looks as if it might just break.

He looks at April, grinning madly. She sighs and shakes her head but instead of what she wants to say, she hears her children laughing a storm and says through a chuckle, "Fine."