First Halloween for T this year. When he was an infant he spent it in a sling. When he was one, C19 mean there was no way we were taking the risk. This year I think we were able to take enough precautions to keep us safe
He and I went around the neighbourhood. He'd knock on the doors with the houses with pumpkins and decorations. I'd then known louder or use the knocker that he'd not be able to reach. When they answered, he'd always just try to walk inside. And I'd have to remind him Say
And he would say Trick Or Treat.
Trick or treat
while I pulled him back over the threshold (That's not how we do things tonight
). Then they'd hold out basket for him to pick a candy from. About a third of the time the person would also say how adorably cute he is. And he was, indeed, cute, in his little skeleton suit and skull jacket.
I don't think T has any clue what he was being given, or the meaning of this all. But he would literally run to the next house (sometimes missing a house in his excitement), so he clearly was having a great time. When we passed in sight of his sister, he'd yell out her name at the top of his lungs so she'd be sure to notice him.
This was R's first Halloween trick or treating entirely without us. She was in a group of friends, all ten or eleven, and I think there was a parent with them too. They hit our neighbourhood as well as the next one over. Which is why R and I kept running into them – we both took rather random routes through the area.
R decided she would eat half her candy before she got home. I've no idea why she thought this would be a good idea, but she ended up throwing up the lot on the street, which brought a quick end to her outing. I hope she now realises that we ration out her sweets for a good reason, and with her best interest in mind.
In completely unrelated news, later that evening she lost her first molar.
