I took that to mean he plans to continue to greet not just trick-or-treaters but all our guests in his vintage baby doll robe.
Hood up, he looks like a sheik.
A gay one.
Maybe when I have time I’ll try to find him some polka-dotted plush slippers to match. With pom poms.
Note: One follower of this blog suggests I’m jealous and really want the robe for myself. Hmm. Shall I see how I look in it?