By day he’s a dragon. (With a hungry caterpillar sidekick.)
By night, he’s a giraffe.
He’d heard all about trick-or-treating from the other kids, so was all revved up for his first time out, saying, “I need candy!” (This from a kid who’s barely eaten candy, ever.)
Skye and I took him down the street, and he was so happy to be out there, seeing the jack-o-lanterns and decorations and especially that mailbox that lit up and howled. He said “Trick or treat!” like a pro, and everyone smiled at our tiny, chatty little giraffe. When I would remind him, “What do you say?” in hopes of a thank-you, he had decided that “Happy Halloween!” was the appropriate response. It was SO. CUTE. He would have kept going, if we hadn’t magically arrived at our own house.
We got around 30 trick-or-treaters – more than last year, if I remember right! Yay.
Daddy carved our jack-o-lanterns.
I also made these funny things (thanks for the cool idea, Accustomed Chaos!) – vegetarian filling with brown rice, soy beef, corn, salsa, cheese, and seasoning.
As you can imagine, our wee giraffe did not feel much like going to bed. Man, I love that kid. Now I remember why Halloween is fun.