Trick or Treat

Last Halloween, Little Man was a wee four month old who cried every time someone knocked on our door. We spend the majority of the evening in the bedroom closet at the back of the house, playing with Glowie the Worm and waiting the trick or treaters out.

This year, Husband and I watched with joy and pleasure as our chubby Little Man ran after his older buddies, his little felt Halloween bag clutched in one hand and a bite-sized kit-kat in the other. He was thrilled to be out in the cool, dark air, and bravely stomped up to each house we approached. He got the hang of holding his bag out halfway through the night so people could drop candy in it. And he took great pleasure (and his sweet time) picking out exactly which piece he wanted when someone held a whole bowl of candy out to him. He showed a definite preference in those bitty kit-kats--they seemed just right to fit in his hand, and had the right feel to be chewed on, although as soon as he broke the wrapper with his teeth he would hand them off to me. Apparently even toting a bag of free candy around wasn't enough to envoke a sweet tooth.

It was a busy day for Little Man...not only did he hike around a neighborhood with a black kitty cat and a dragon, but he spent the afternoon traipsing around our town square, collecting candy from the small business owners and checking out all the other kid's costumes.

And what was Little Man dressed up as, you ask?

He made the perfect Charlie Brown, right down to the patch of curly hair on top of his head. I'll always have the sweet image in my head of Little Man squealing with delight as the leaves crunched under his feet, running down hills as fast as his little legs could carry him, and peering into his bag to see what was inside.

I'd say our first "real" Halloween was a success.