Trick or Treating

I don't want to appall you, but this is the first year Andrew has gone legitimately trick or treating.  I know, I know.  He's 6 years old!  Seriously!!  He's gone out every year to trunk or treat events at churches, and last year we went to the fire department.  We've gone to fall festivals.  We've always had a reason to dress up in a costume.  However, last year I realized he was missing out on a vital Halloween experience: walking through dark streets, going to houses, and saying "Trick or Treat!!" 
Tonight he got both experiences.  We hit up the Sun Valley HS Student Council Trunk or Treat, where Alexa shocked me by not only wearing her costume- with the head part on her head- but walked around and let people get close enough to her to put candy in her bag.  Then we came home, ate dinner, did homework, put Alexa to bed, and Andrew and I set out for some "serious" trick or treating! 
What a disappointment.  We went to 8 houses!!!!  8 houses!  He was ready to go home.  His bucket was heavy (not after 8 houses it wasn't!), it was cold (I'll give him that he may have been chilly), he was tired (dude!  We walked around the corner!).  Whatever the case, I only have myself to blame.  He hasn't been properly introduced to what trick or treating really is. 
Don't you remember back in the old days (before all the sex offenders had to be locked in their houses) we'd head out with our friends, in costumes we actually made.  WE made them by crafting them or shopping at the Salvation Army.  We'd walk for at least an hour.  I don't remember beating up small children, or even considering beating up small children.  I don't remember adults chasing me off their doorstep with threats or broom sticks.  Anyway, while I don't remember a specific trick or treating experience, I remember them fondly. 

This is the only picture I could get of these 2 together. 


Lu-Lu was pretty into her candy, and wouldn't let anyone hold her bag (smart girl, Mommy and Daddy were aiming to get into it!) 

Posing with Mommy's and Grammy's pumpkins


Here's our pumpkin- a wolf, since we love NC State, it's very fitting.


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  1. KristinaOctober 31, 2011 at 6:43 PM

    The first few times we took the girls out, they would go to a few houses and be done. Each year, they have gotten into it a little more and stayed out longer. Trust me, you'll soon be wishing they only wanted to go to 8 houses!

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