You wore a cozy flannel shirt, and rugged little boots. We even painted on a beard...and then repainted the beard every hour after that. Snot has a way of ruining artwork. Fortunately you have a ginormous head, because daddy's beanie finished off the outfit. The only part that made you cry were those dang suspenders. I know they are a lot like a backpack and you were getting all sorts of confused with 'em, but was it really necessary to throw such a tantrum? They are just supposed to keep your stylish skinny jeans up!
You thought trick or treating was pretty cool. Other than the fact you refused to hold your own bag, you picked up on it really quickly. Only a few houses in, you forgot all your manners and went for handfuls, sometimes two. You had a sucker in your mouth the entire night.
As it got darker you spent a good amount of time following your shadow. But that dang thing is so tricky! Every time you squatted down to grab it, it disappeared. How rude!
Halloween was a total success. Lots of candy, holding cold hands, and the most irresistible little lumber jack around.
