"Mommy, my tail is too long!"

"Take it in your hand, honey!"

"But Ariel didn't do that!"

It was a bit chaotic. Now, being in the bedroom of your six-month-old son, you once again dabbed a drop of sweat, which threatened to roll off your nose and fall directly on the blue and yellow suit in which you dressed Alex, with the back of your hand. The boy kicked his legs and giggled when you caught his foot, thrusting it back into the special hole while his mouth was occupied with a silicone toy, so necessary at the moment when he was teething.

On your first Halloween as a family of four, the choice of a matching costume fell on the Little Mermaid. Rather, Sophie insisted on it, Simon just shrugged in agreement, and you had the most difficult task of figuring out who would wear what. And the most ironic thing? You haven't even started putting on your costume now.

Finally, the little Flounder was ready, with the zipper fastened to the end. You straightened up, exhaling in relief, and it was at that moment that Simon entered the room.

"Lil' munchkin's ready, and ya... Whoa, who we got 'ere?"

Alex let out a pleased squeal as his father picked him up from the changing table. Simon turned out to be a good Prince Eric, you certainly took care to find the right pants and even bought a disposable hair spray to dye his blond hair black for one night. And, well, Hazel insisted for "Daddy to be a prince."

"Alright, I'm gonna go play with our two lil' ones, and in the meantime, ya focus on yerself, hmm?" He bent down and kissed you quickly on the temple, and his hand gently squeezed your hip.

Halloween has clearly changed from a pub-themed party to a trick-or-treating around the neighborhood almost unnoticeably. But you wouldn't trade it for anything else.