The thing about Halloween being on a Sunday is that it turns into a three-day candyfest when we hear nonsensical (to adults) requests like Why can't I have more candy before bed?
Although he's only 2, Cale has a very clear understanding of trick-or-treat. He heard that we were headed out for that, and he said, Where my goodie bag? and started looking for it. (This isn't quite as disturbing as him knowing snow as one of his first words. But I'm not sure a small guy who get a serious sugar buzz-and-crash should have such a lock on candy.)
Despite Daddy having just gotten home from a hard-working business trip, we took the kids out this evening. One nice thing about living in a small town is trick-or-treating the downtown museum and businesses, and knowing so many of the shop owners and other parents. Karston went as Batman (unfortunately, the only Batman costume he liked was one size too small, even on him), so I made a Robin costume for Daddy. Cale said he wanted to go as Scooby-Doo, so I picked up an orange turtleneck sweater to go as Velma Dinkley with him. Shortly before we left the house, Cale changed his mind! No, no, Mickey Mouse! So Cale went as a very recognizable Mickey Mouse, and I went as someone so fashion-blind as to wear orange and red.
Karston and Cale loved trick-or-treating for candy, but as we were about done, Karston asked why we weren't going home already. So we went home to bed.
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