Spooked on Halloween

This evening I was on the phone with Uncle Joe and we were talking about the blog and laughing. I was telling him that one Halloween night, after the trick-or-treaters were gone (treak or treat lasted about 5 hours then,) the doorbell rang and my Dad went to answer it. At the door crawled in, pushing passed my father, Morris. It was an adult with this ugly baby mask on, crawling and crying and rolling all over the kitchen floor. It was funny, but then became kind of frightening. My father was a bit spooked because he had no idea of who this was... this baby had on a big white bonnet, long pj's and just kept crying and hanging on us. My dad finally said "Who the hell are you?" The baby lifted her mask...... It was Aunt Phyll Romeo.