Madelyn's alternate costume: the world's smallest beatnik/cat burgular/north vietnamese insurgent. 

"I am no bumblebee....I am a KILLER BEE and YOU WILL PAY FOR DRESSING ME LIKE THIS!!!" 

Madelyn previews her halloween costmume: The unsteady bumblebee. 

"Oh...my....god....what have my parents done to me??!!" 

"Mom...someone broke in here and spread all the tupperware all over the kitchen." 

The Bice household now has a very spooky air about it. 

Oreos all over my face? Now that's funny! 

Erin makes sure she hasn't missed anything inside the pumpkin. 

Madelyn's eyes glow red with demonic glee as the pumpkin carnage grows before her. 

Madelyn looks on as Mom shows her how to efficiently disembowel a pumpkin 

Madelyn is tickled at her own comic genius. 

It's Sunday morning and that means its time to sit in my chair and survey my fiefdom. 

"Mom! Dad! Flamingos are growing on my head!!" 

"That's like crazy man." 

Madelyn; That means cool. 

For some reason, being fed by Grandpa is ALOT funnier than when Mom or Dad do it. 

Your audience is waiting, Elton John. 

This is the look we get when someone really wants something. 

Dad and his partner-in-crime save the galaxy from swarming hordes of aliens, one button press at a time. 

Madelyn lounges in the highest traffic areas of the apartment she can find. 

"They were my MAGIC shoes...." 

"These new shoes are weighing me down" 

Madelyn smiles at Dad before heading off for another big day at daycare 

Madelyn is sacked out with her patented "fountain-head" hair