Every year on the morning of October 31st, me, a Halloween procrastinator, walk down with boxes and decorations, walk from store to store, down numerous aisles, with eyes scanning windows and racks to find the perfect costumes for my sister, niece, and dog, but since I know deep within my heart that my dog will appreciate anything I buy him and that my sister will ultimately want to be a princess again this year, I concentrate on my niece, as I move into the aisle that I hope to be able to call the final stop of the spooky season.