We just got back from E's first trick-or-treating experience. The apartment building decided to host a little kid party in the lobby, and then we all traipsed floor-to-floor, door-to-door begging for candy. E hasn't quite gotten the hang of saying "trick-or-treat" but he knows knock-knock, so I let it slide. Close enough, right?
He was a trooper when it came to wearing his costume, too. Every now and again he would realize there was a heavy blue monster face sitting atop his head and attempt to yank it off, but for the most part, he was quite agreeable. And pretty darn cute if I do say so myself.
|A cracker? Really? I thought I was getting candy out of this deal...|
|Hey there Mr. Firefighter, what's in the bag?|
|This was a private monster-dragon meeting, folks. Chocolate was definitely on the agenda.|
All in all it was a fun afternoon. Now it's time to sit back, relax, and polish off all this candy while he's sleeping. Shhh, he won't even know what happened.