This was a real Halloween for Nick, trick-or-treating through our neighborhood one last time. He handed out 'gorgeous' candy (his adjective) early in the evening, then went to four houses with mama before saying, "I'm done" and they came home. He and I went back out for a good mile lap with Aunt Amber and Joseph the Bumblebee. Nick was Caesar, with branches on his head, and a toga. Now, he'd been wearing a sheet around the house all week proclaiming to be a ghost, then decided against it an hour before showtime. So mama whipped out scissors, halved the sheet, and he became a Roman Emperor instead.He charmed them at every house, counting pumpkins, and being himself. One house he proclaimed, 'look at the Jeep!' while the other kids were lining up for candy. The owner was flattered. Then he found two teenage girls on a stoop, and swindled them for about 6 or so pieces before I peeled him away. He sniffed the flowers by their porch and pretended to sneeze, then sat down next to them and began telling them about the purple pumpkin he just saw. He was calling out the costumes of other kids as they walked by: lions, scary ghosts, and others I can't remember. At one house, he ran up to their bonfire yelling, "Fire! Oh my gosh!" He stopped short, and began blowing on it as if to extinguish it. More young girls in attendance, more bonus candy.
We concluded the evening with a massive poo about one mile from the house (he's just 'this close' to being potty trained, but the ten packs of starburst before we started must have broke him loose.) We were at a familiar neighbor, who had a diaper handy. Good thing that was this year's
experience. When we're in a new neighborhood next year, borrowing diapers from strangers doesn't make the best first impression.Pictures from Halloween with this month's pics.
- Jason
