My daughter, Sweeney Todd

Just when I thought my daughter Martha was getting over her Goth years, she goes and makes herself a Sweeney Todd costume for her Halloween parties (the girl is booked). She may not look exactly like Johnny Depp but the hair, suit and snarl are pretty good. It's impossible to take a bad picture of her. So far she has not asked for a barber chair for Christmas. Still, I'm keeping the old straight razors hidden. Hell hath no fury like a 16-year-old who hates meat.