I’ll take the treat

Ya bet yer boots we tricked-or-treated! Yar!

Will was into it this year. He picked up on the system pretty quickly. Except for needing a lift to reach the bell, he managed the exchange independently. He knew to say “trick-or-treat” when the door opened. We were proud when he knew to say “thank you” but surprised to hear him add “Happy Halloween” — unprompted — with such enthusiasm and smile that more than once, the candy giver turned around and gave him MORE.
Folks noticed that we were out with TWO pirates. Will did a good job of introducing Baby Kate, mostly to people who already know both of them, without his usual moment of confusion (“she’s my big brother.”) Kate only spit up in front of a candy-giver once.

The moment Will got home, he was into his loot. He immediately grabbed a bag of Skittles as his “one piece” of candy to eat. Two bites into it, he asked to spit it out. “It’s not chocolate, Mommy.” At least the kid knows the good stuff.
Being carted up and down our block was rough on our tiniest squirt. She was asleep on the floor within a minute of our return home. Here’s a surprise: despite all the trick-or-treaters we watched go on the porch to retrieve candy from the bowl while we walked the block, we came home to a still-quite-full bowl. We did a good job of loading up the next kids that came, but were still left with way too much — and most of it is chocolately good stuff. May the force be with me.