We've all made unfortunate Halloween costume choices. Mine was most likely a desperation pick in Brooklyn, when I allowed Kate to talk me into being Frodo Baggins -- which consisted of a collared sweater, bare feet, and my wedding ring on a chain around my neck.

So, it's nice to see my daughter two years later following in my footsteps, courtesy of the gift of a baby poncho from a relative. We've decided she looks a bit like the offspring of Samwise Gamgee and is ultimately a much cuter hobbit than her father.