Trick or Treat, October 29

Superhero: Not interested AT ALL!! As in, after our first house, he asked to just go to the park and play. He was afraid of everything all night, including decorations he loved last year and adults in costumes. He did, however, complain that the man dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow did not have a hook--according to Superhero, all pirates should have a hook. His favorite treat all night was an apple. Costume: Spiderman, sans mask.

Artist: LOVED it, but got ticked off that we wouldn't let him eat the candy right away. He marched up to each house, said 'Tick Teet', watched the person put the candy in his bucket, smiled like he won the lottery and said 'ank oo', then turned, took two steps, sat down and tried to get the candy out and eat it. At every single house (is it any wonder we hit less than two dozen houses?). By the end of the night, I finally gave up and let him and Fighter split a tiny, tiny, bite sized piece of chocolate. He was pacified. Costume: Superman.

Fighter: Enjoyed being outside and walking or riding in the stroller (his legs got tired pretty quickly). Didn't care about the candy, wouldn't attempt 'trick or treat' or 'thank you' under any circumstances, and twice tried to give the candy back. His favorite house had a tent set up by the sidewalk with a tween or young teen dressed in a ski mask with a giant plastic knife inside, jumping out at passers-by. This TERRIFIED Superhero. Fighter, on the other hand, insisted on getting out of the stroller to check it out. The kid jumped out at him and yelled, then was immediately horrified that he had just 'scared' a toddler. Until, that is, Fighter laughed hysterically, jerked away from me, attacked the kid inside the tent and tried to take his knife. My favorite moment of the night came a few houses later, when Fighter looked up at a dog with a Halloween kerchief, reached for him, and very plainly said 'Doggy'. Fighter doesn't even attempt to talk often, so hearing him say a real word is always a pleasure. Fighter managed to get the microscopic piece of chocolate I gave him ALL over his costume. As in, I ended up soaking the blasted thing with Shout before washing it. I'm still not sure how he managed to make such a mess with such a tiny, tiny piece of chocolate, but he is a talented mess maker. Costume: Batman.