"Jim, come look at the costumes I got for the kids!"
Mr. Essen looked up from his newspaper, then got up to help as Mrs. Essen came through the door with what looked like ten shopping bags on each arm. "Good lord, how many did you buy?" he asked, as she handed him six of the bags.
"Don't be silly, dear, I just bought the three costumes. These bags have candy for trick-or-treaters, it was on sale you know. This one is a new shirt for you, since I threw out that old one with all the holes in it—"
"You threw away my—! oh, lord." Mr. Essen's outburst cut off as he caught a glimpse of the packaging inside the bags. "These are the costumes you bought for the kids?"
Mrs. Essen frowned at him. "What's wrong with them?"
"Don't you remember what happened last year?"