My children have joined the Middle Earth side of the force. This makes me happier than I should admit.
My little hobbit refused to wear the hairy feet that came with his costume, but can you blame him?
Even Frodo and Sam look horrified, peering at the monstrosities from behind a wall. I think I'll hang them in the back of a closet to scare people. No Narnia in my wardrobes. Just dead halfling feet.